Cool water laps and gurgles
at shingled base of petrous heap
giggling in the first warm rays
of springtime dawn.
The stack remains still,
impervious to flowing fingers
reaching to tickle it into
separate parts once more.
Moody and silent the pebbles cling
one to the other,
making a whole that reaches
up above its watery bed,
stacked by hands long gone,
determined to maintain
the cairn created to honour
natures pure essence.
