Stone People

Stone People
let the mists furrow
into their eardrums.
Rivulets pour

and gather momentum–
through valleys, leaping waters
throw rainbow boomerangs
at the sun.

Stone People
hear whales sing in the bowl of seas.
Dark hollows in the hills
breathe quietly,

hide the cold glimmer
of their matrices in vast black mirrors.
Ghosts with leathery wings smoke themselves out.

Stone People
listen for
the infinitesimal
groan of rock,

every shoulder shrug
and grumble
shakes us
in our boots.

Stone People

Stone People
ask the stars
if they have captured
their molten light

deep in their being,
so they may finally speak
truth held incandescent
to create the earth.