Aerolithic

(An interview with a skipping stone) I’ll start at the beginning…I was born oppressed – The weight o’ th’world upon me…I hardened under stress. The dust from whence I came…’twas morph-ed into stone – Then from those depths, upheavals…skyward I was thrown. By winds and rains beweathered…the Fates, they wrested me From my mountain aerie…torn down by gravity. Immersed in turgid waters…sharp edges polished o’er – Tumbled, tossed and battered…and washed up on the shore. Petrified, immobile…aeons passed me by – Until a hand me lifted…and taught me how to fly.