Stone

Rain, heavy and warm,
Sinks into the stones
Warm and wet
Potent and fertile.
The air is thick with water
and thick with sound.
Each drop weighted
And holding its breath
To be released in its own quiet
Intercourse with the stone.

Every passing wheel breaks a union
But each is joined again
And stone and water lie mixed–Yet
There is no stirring
No life in this impotent stone–See
The goddess, barren.