'Were I a Stone' oil on canvas 2013 401_8wX541_8h
Were I a stone
I’d consort with the river and rain
and know in the quiet of our concourse
of my end long coming
in crumble and wear
but to that our talk would weave many garments
and I’d dawn a quilted robe like a blanket and pall
in every green dull and brilliant
safe tucked with generous bedding
such is the compact of waters and rock
that burnished between the stationed and pauseless
there strives towards the light in things
an irrepressible desire
for the dignity of being
