Lake Superior Agate
i pick up a stone.
Because of the laws of physics, past experience, I know
the wish will sink.
And I want it to, to treat that stone like a penny and the lake
like a well, except without the expectation of the miraculous.
A stone will sink. Like a brick.
My now dead wish-I need to tie to it.
as the water closes – Over -
how cold is the lake,
no trace of a Break,
or the hold my breath moment wondering
how far i would get
time and waves…
the stain of iron, the water pushing forward…
there are languages beyond my intelligence.
Because of the laws of nature, the evidence under my feet,
I know the lake might transform my stone, my prayer, my work,
it now holds.
I turn to walk away. A Cross the glittering shore
there are these beautiful pieces of Agate.
My expectations are now starting to turn
from what i wanted to what I'll learn.