Balancing Stones
- Gordon L. Magill
- Jul 7, 2020
- 1 min read
Updated: Oct 31, 2020
Balancing stones
I go about
the countryside
so others will know
something of poetry
searching for the right ones
that will stand
alone
yet with others
this one – is it?
the shape is right
smooth and tapered
it will balance with others
not alone
but part of a whole
the quest never ends
searching for stones
in rivers and streams
on mountain trails
the stones have been
wating for aeons
shaped by water, ice
wind and sun
waiting for me
to find each one
to heft each one −
the heft, the shape
the feel in the hand
to try the balance
find the perfect fit
the right relationship
with the stone below
the right relationship
with the earth
the perfect point
of gravity
finally poised
in their obelisk
the stones are held
between heaven and earth
each one mute
together eloquent
as a poem
seeing this, the traveler
may find wonder
or delight
may read the poem
the stones may speak
may be inspired
to an act of grace
of kindness, humility,
generosity, love
I do not know or care
I merely go about
the countryside
balancing stones
© glmagill June 2020
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