the courage of the stones

There are days I feel like Charly Gordon, just in slow motion,

the courage of the stones

they stand their ground, by gravity bound,
and inertia and their past.
they wear away to sand or clay
or seem to ever last.
what lessons might we learn from them
when we tremble, so unsure?
for we are not twinned just with the wind,
but the stones, whose bravery endures.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.