Sunday, January 19, 2014
Mother of Stone (october)
have i come to the hands
of the Mother of Stone?
granite smoothing
in a rivers calm
the stoned bedlam
of a bedrock soul
how i danced
wildly once,
ecstatic and alone!
now, whole occurrences of my mind
have slowed and even stopped
like flowing magma
resting into form
i'm not sure its science
but i get the feeling
that certain lichens would thrive
on the dormancy of my soul
not that a stone
is uninspired or not glad
but should the mind of a man
slow to such hardness?
the days are igneous,
and maintain a directionlessness
of geological precision
dreams more metamorphic
but offering no more pattern
than a maze of mountains
reduced by a river
abandoned like a boulder
in a terminal moraine
o Stone Mother
whose slow stone eyes
arrest my soul
indeed
you are beautiful
but let me go