Carol

“Smelling A Stone In The Middle Of Winter

I can't remember
What gravel and weeds look like.
This little stone becomes important
And starts to act big.
I expect it to orbit the kitchen stove
Any minute now.
Near my nose
It gets
Bigger and bigger
Until it's a mountain
I'm lost on.

This stone is different
Than the stone that grinds me down
All day
At work.

This stone
Smells like the inside of your dress
On a spring afternoon.
It's the hard feeling in my stomach
When I'm talking nonsense to you.

This stone is so inviting
Everyone wants to walk right into it
And become a fossil.”
― Tom Hennen, The Heron With No Business Sense