Stone (P)

In darkness I call
My fluorescent dove
To light the way
Along this lonely shore

From a thousand stones
Laid bare at my feet
I pick the one
Most unsure of its place

The shape of this stone
All it can tell
I smell its cracks and
Listen to its weight

I speak to it
With plastic fingers
Draw its name
Wait for its stony silence

At last, a pattern,
Hints of morphologies
A familiar theme
Buried in its flesh

Thoughts fly from me
In bursts, in furies
This stone decodes and encodes
And my eyes widen.