Stones/Scar by Christopher Woods (text) & Jeff Crouch (image)
They do not know why, or even what,
left them in this algae- throated stream.
no longer strokes the arms of aspens.
and the stones lie in darkness.
Water licks them,
whistles sensually against their hard skin.
The stones do not think of disappearing,
of no longer being,
or why they are wed so brief a time to water.
All they know is learned from fossils
pressed deep into their sturdy flesh.
I walk across them, an acrobat praying for balance.
Midstream, I reach the largest, and it happens.
stream goes away, the darkening sky recedes.
For a holy moment in which the world stops,
is nothing but stone.