Whichever stone you lift--
you lay bare those who need the protection of stones.
It’s not a matter of sight but vulnerability.
Whenever you take into your hand
the half formed, the amphibian fish; fin legs, pin heart.
You must understand the drive to scatter.
A stone with its own moon does not remember
nor does it need to control the tide.
Darkness by her very nature is lax.
Do not expect more— yet within your own nature
is the exact opposite wonder, to uncover
what has no desire for light.