When Stones Wake Up To Walk
(if only they could float)
And when the day wakes up from slumber
Sleep pushed on by memory of angry waves
Crashed over surfaces overcome by age
Forced to acknowledge shadows in the shallows
Tides remember every stone laid down in sand
Down to their souls as smooth as glass as clean
Rocks come alive at sunrise jagged black
Foaming at the mouth of beach retraction
Shores recede with seagulls laughing
Sandbanks fill up their limits to the dunes
Screeching noise through hollow shells come forth
Hovers over lands as loud as something manufactured
But only nature makes such sounds
Seaweed simply dangles there in deeper green
Like ugly mops forgotten how to clean the seas
And when the day begins to think of stones
Where waves lap happily over time with tides
Rocks and stones can’t lick themselves you know
When they wake up to take a walk
How they watch the curvature of the Earth together
Wishing they too could step away in style
But sadly stones have no feet or legs to speak of
And nowhere to go this time of day
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2020
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