STONE LOVER
I am enthralled…
Deeply stirred…
By this stone,
Awe-inspiring within its
quarry face.
I lust for my great,
Raw,
Power-laden treasure block.
I yearn to speak through
glittering crystal-meat,
Electric veinings,
Opulent, hidden colors.
I crave to discover the
particular wet-earth scent.
And yearn to hear its voice
ringing beneath my tool’s
cutting edge.
I am thrilled by the challenge
Of its rough weight…
Individual rock-hardness,
Of its danger!
Addicted to the exuberance
I’ve come to expect,
That takes me away
From myself.
© Pamela Soldwedel
June 3, 2000