Victoria has prompted us to discover texture in art, this week at dVerse, and asked us to treat our words as art. It’s a fantastic task, that has had my mind running 1000 different directions. In the end, I’ve resorted to using my favorite muse…
Song of the Stone
Have you ever felt the song of a stone
warmed by 1000 maritime summers,
traversed by an ocean of history
and shaped by the hands of tide upon tide
smoothed now, yet dimpled
hard edges eroded at the hands of time?
Have you ever sang in harmony
with the song of the stone
and felt universes spinning, histories
unraveling, secrets revealing themselves
as you pull it forcibly from its wet bed of sand?
It is the contrast of our evolution.
Face warmed by late summer sun, its back
cold, dark, damp, but changing
as you cradle it against living flesh.
It’s knows, you know? That it has been
noticed. As you sit and dig
your toes beneath the layers of each
tiny grain of sand, and you turn your awareness
to the world that changes within your palm.
You feel it raise its voice, feel it tickle and tingle
charging up your arm, racing through your body
absorbing your essence like
a new universe discovered,
a new verse for its song.
At the core of that vibration, it is the song’s mighty refrain
that raises goosebumps upon your flesh
despite that maritime sun. Suddenly,
you awaken to our world, its world
and you know
you have always danced together
to the song of the stone.