The alchemies of silence
still the stone with an urgent peace.
It stands so confidently, yet sits so cheekily,
as if the punchline to an unspoken joke.
I can feel it laugh, content to be
left behind in this exact
spot, where it has so inexplicably found
itself. What a trip —
from planetary accretion
to the zen gardens of buddhist temples,
it is as if my very atoms
have become the landscaping
that surrounds a lush and winding path.