PLAIN POEMS: JULY 6, 2001 (2)

We don't know the ponderous
thoughts of stones. What do they dream

of as afternoon heats them?
Do they dream of arms and legs

or wings? Do they dream of love?
Do they remember glaciers -

the weight, the shove? Sitting with
stones, oh, lost among stones, aren't

you surprised at what you learn?

- Tom Montag
Previously published in Vagabond In the Middle newsletter and the anthology America Zen: A Gathering of Poets