The Stone
August 01, 2020
“Touch It With Your Eyes Only!”
The stone is medium-sized, for a stone
The stone is kind of in the shape of a stone
The stone kind of feels like an average stone
The stone is stone gray.
The stone’s got some marking on it.
“See It From All Sides”
The stone still looks like a stone on the other side.
The stone’s best side is its top.
Smooth
Heavy
Very Hard (it is a stone)
Smooth
Cold
I feel like I’m holding a stone. Like I
Want to throw it maybe.
I was asked to write
Prose about a stone
But I don’t want to do that
Because I don’t feel anything for the stone.
It’s cold and hard and
Smooth. I put it down.
That’s all I can really
Think to say.
The stone didn’t choose me.
“Rocks Are Not Nouns, But Verbs.”
But what does that mean
I wonder to myself, holding the stone again.
The stone’s lived a louder life
Than I. It didn’t ask to be
Perturbed, stacked with other stones.
Who am I to describe it?