Stone City
He was born in this city, made
of stone and marble, ancient examples
of solidity under the fluid sunshine
darkness at the point of stone and soil
brilliance in the heart of the man in love
together touching and not touching.
Feeling the hardness and sensing
lightness, they have co-existed for
long eons in the land’s history
ancient, fragile, steady, questionable
stony lips of man who lived here
stony ears of man unable to hear
his heart’s pulse, stony ears of trees
rustling whispers along the endless
battle of water against rocks dominant
upright, aghast, surprised at
persistence, timeless persistence
of the water to win over the stone
when light bursts in millions of
photons illuminating man’s
heart in his serene transcendence
