One of the Those
Stones

"One of those stones is precious.
It can change everything.
It can make the darkness shine.
It's the light switch for the whole country." – Transtromer, from "Further In"










One stone had felt like a little piece of home
there were all the proper steps
along the ridgeline for those who would
walk past the architecture of extinction
the old and tilted radio towers
no longer blinking red
and the long wires for power to a broken shack
this ridge they did not quarry
and it likely stood as a hallowed gate for the crushers
and and diggers of stone all those years
a gate that was immobile and held within it
a kingdom of fog in the morning
and of the villages of small animals
of the forest floor by night
where I leap to right now and land with as much of their eye
as I can
then walk along the golden carpet
of loamy limestone
along that bridge to the air where all the gaits
are said to begin