The Stones.

Each stone
slid across the
restful lake's
surface
like a dancer's grapevine
sending ring after ring
rolling along
simulating
reality's many realms
just like sound

However

The fish don't mind.
They continued
their
dawdling meditation
opening mind's eye
to view
abstract pieces
oil painting and sculpture
of worm and fly.

Another stone
skates the surface.
The sub aqueous sonance
is that
of a million
microscopic universal
implosions.

This is terrifying
for paramecium,
but the fish
don't mind,
the stones don't mind,
the lake don't mind.

All is well
the moon is high.
When the stones fly
you can almost
hear their
gleeful resonance...

"Weeeeee!"

-BH