Small Stones

.
Take small stones
and imagining their history
hold them

Let the sediment fall
and waiting until there is
no more mud
take what you see

You’ll remember how they split
in violent earthly fits
in tempers of steam
before the coming of ears

You’ll see them fall
as you fell from your father
like chips
into the soft cup of your mother’s hand
and from there into your own

Hold to their shapes
and you’ll feel the suck of your lungs
filling their caves
with northern January breath

……………………………
Jim Culleny; 1975; Christian Science Monitor, 1977

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