A STONE IN MY HAND

A STONE IN MY HAND

In the cave of first birth
the bears gather
move around inside each other
thick with bone and fur
look out with the eyes
of the many

all this I hold in my hand
deep green jade with streams of rain
tears that cover the land

I stand at the entrance
breathe in the sounds
that hum in my ears

  • stories written in books
    talk the ways they live
    yet few of us see them
    alive
    right here
    right now not killed
    hung on walls or
    spread on floors to walk on

the bears crowd together
voices deep in my throat
this stone so solid
bodies of young and old
locked in the cave of time

our hearts beat in tandem
we inhale what we know

the weight of it
in my hand

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