Scottish Dancers II

We stacked one rock on top of another.
Trying to balance their longest axes,
and create an incredible stone dance.

Rocks only appear to be still.
They dance in a time we can not know.
When we are not looking they fall.

Attracted again and again to the call
of their mother, they fall.
Gravity and weight call them home.

Earth and water call them out of themselves.
Small pieces break away on their return.
Water rills and lichen eat. There is no still life.

One day this stone will return to soil, then earth.
One day the crystal souls will be released
we can only hope for the same call.

Each breath is shared, with rock
and time. We are literally one, in god's time,
in real time, in the time of star and sun.

We stack one rock on top of another.
Trying to balance their longest axes,
fancying ourselves creators of slow dances.