'Were I a Stone'  oil on canvas 2013 401_8wX541_8h

Were I a Stone : oil on canvas : 2013 : 401_8wX541_8h.jpg

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