So like the rocks we turn
over under the flow
of stream and leaf

fissures   rending splits
separations moving down both
torrent and trickle

 Ineffective grasses
able only to change
from green to brown 

unlike the slate and shale
shelves of an ancient
sediment that builds

 Its own crescendo
small and large these
lives and solid 

in their shapes
reshaping firm carved
into your hand 

Wisdom in your very fingers
your veins transfused
forever powerful