Having Arrived at the Stone Age
By Tony Alcantara
Carbondale(ish)
If I must have a heart
of stone, then let it be
made of these stones
each one broken
stranded on a mountainside
above a dry valley
yet drawn together
in a dance
of concentric curves
the emptiness diminishing
between each
successive iteration
until, at the center,
one solid mass
that beats
more slowly
than time
can measure.