Stone Secrets

unqualified, stone
cultures its words
into myths so soft the dawn
could announce itself as silverneck swan

they reach colors
only children can see, keys to speaking
moments,
before ears moved seeds through air

hold those convocations
as more adequate than tongues
to summon your birthrite into dust

should you witness their transport
of secrets
between cape and cliff, soft
by soft song singing,
ask of what legends the hardness hides

for only they
with stoney fingers
show their point-work

to the curious by nature
who know nothing of Nature’s curation

 

© J. Celan Smitht