I moved stone today,

my hands locked in their shape,

my fingers numb,

and rough in their texure.

Yes, that is it,

I’ve transformed.

One hand

has become  part of sandstone

or a finger of pulmice rock,

hot lava hardening,

in pyroclastic flow.

another is metamorphic

changing with times

(pressure and heat you know)

hard to the touch,

bruised and simple.

I hold the shapes, textures and smells

the gritty taste,

that feeling of forever.

 

12 Oct 08

dlb