Scott Simpson · Poetry

Transmogrification of Stone

A Hush Between Seasons · printed pages 33–34

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Source page 33

TRANSMOGRIFICATION

OF STONE

In the morning,

the stone was only stone—

cool,

angular,

gray with remembering.

But the sun came,

and the wind—

and the prayers of something

buried

beneath centuries of lichen.

By afternoon

the surface began to soften.

Not visibly,

but in the way shadows

changed direction

when no one was watching.

By dusk,

it was breathing.

By nightfall,

it was bone.

And in the dark,

it dreamed

Source page 34

of walking.

SCOTT SIMPSON