Love like a stone
I have sunk to the bottom of my heart.
Like a stone picked up from an old gravel road,
tossed into a fast-flowing stream,
mired in river bottom mud.
The current that washes over me, perhaps
forever, washes me in regret.
I love a woman who does not love me.
You pick up a stone, sun-warm, dry
to the touch, from the gravel road.
You fling it into the rushing stream.
Changed forever, it lies below
the surface, irrevocably altered, but a stone
still, granite, intact, invisible as a soul.
I changed a stone the way love changed me.