STONE

Solidity is an illusion; we are all porous, deeply penetrated by life. I gift you vulnerability in surrender to the passage of time.

I feel like there’s a distant memory carved into me, covered in scales and walking upon the earth. It’s like those dreams I have sometimes, of molten magma churning me in all directions... It’s a sense of places long ago. It makes me a little melancholic, that as my surface smooths, my memory slips away. But please, pardon my ramblings, I know a different time than you, and people seem so rushed these days...

Look, how I hover imperceptibly, perched in the air! It took me a while to be shaped into this. I’ll admit, I’m quite proud even though it wasn’t only my work. I made pacts with raindrops.

Please come sit on me. I like when I get to listen to stories as your crumbs fall into my cracks and your giggles echo in my heart. Yes... I have a heart. I may seem impenetrable but I’m not. I can shatter too. I am filled with such longing when the moon, my ancient lover (we were together once), shines her milky pearls onto my crevasses. Look at how she gazes upon me. Isn’t that a form of love? Maybe you have a love like that too.

A long time from now, maybe we’ll also meet again, together as one in some new form. I don’t know for how long I will be here. Do you?