Stone

I sit here now upon a stone

My one and solid ground

That when I speak, it resonates

Speaking back in likened tone

From my seat I see the world:

The lives that run below,

The clouds above in full,

And its heart that has run cold

“Stone of mine, what do you think

Of all of those beneath our feet

Thinking life will never wreak

The thought of which makes my heart sink”

Echoes of my words rang forth

Reaching deep within my seat

Answers coming in swift return

Ringing off the broken earth

“Though these men are but naïve,

No solid ground on which to stand,

Thinking all shall go as planned,

Only happiness shall such thoughts leave”

So I sat and simply wondered

Though my perspective is on high,

My seat is cold and lonely

Could this be what I have blundered

“Stone of mine, are you not weak

You stand so bold and strong

With confidence, you’re never wrong

But you lack a heart from which to speak”

Off the rocks, my words bounced

Turning clouds to gentle rain,

The wind to gentle force,

Tolling answers to be announced

“Though I have no heart to feel,

This is not your world—

That which happens beneath our feet

Are the only things truly real

“The rain drops wear me thin,

The wind blows me away,

But such is the course of life—

As what exists beneath your skin

“For I am free to play my part

And know that I belong

For what I am is who I am

Even if I have no heart

“Though you lost your innocence

To see the world on high,

The place you fit is down below

You must embrace it for its immanence”

So I got up from the stone

And saw the cost of my presence:

The many pits my tears had worn

As I ventured off to life unknown

(Stone was first published in You, Man, Emotion)