He gathers rocks, stones
from mountain’s top, ocean low
mined deep
volcano’s core
in captured fire, flame,
held hot
between his willing
hands

The cut of glaciers
wisdomed slice, release
pebbles
from streams and rivers
cold
He hears them
one by one
Nepal to Monterey
Skid Row
Waikiki

Carrying them, home
placed amongst fern
willow, dandelion
stone by stone
his path
listening to songs
moans, the weight of ancient
times
laying now at his
feet
he bows, low
and hearing, begins
this poem

Heather M. Browne is a faith-based psychotherapist and recently emerged poet, published in the Orange Room, Boston Literary Review, Page & Spine, Eunoia Review, Poetry Quarterly, Red Fez, , Electric Windmill, mad swirl. MCI just published her chapbook, We Look for Magic and Feed the Hungry.