Stone climbing

[reading audio]

The stone is indifferent to us

Or is it dumb with loaded throat?

gorm pound by weight of time

yet a face-form found not numb.

I look to the hills,

where does my help come from?

The stone is indifferent to us

Or does it think? this sea-cliff band

of pegmatite pink— holding out

by crystal crimp, a dancer's hand.

But where, without the social thought of you

would be the wonders of this sea and land?