A Stone’s Dream

A stone had a dream.
It was carved in stone.
The water slowly made a hole
In the dream until it flowed
Freely through
And the stone was of empty
Mind and the water
Was made of some stone.

It is summer.
The raspberry bushes are full
Of themselves.
Cow pies are sweat bee
Landing pads.
There’s a tarantula hawk
On a wet gangrene foot
Which could be Khe Sanh

Or even Saturn.
There’s space and a black hole,
And there we are too
Holding hands and stepping on
A rock in the stream.
It’s all in the stone’s dream.
The water makes a hole
And washes it away.