Sacrifice Of The Stone

a stone has always been a stone
numb and
silent on the side
of the pond
cool on the top
of clay

it likes it that way
no sadness
no happiness either

today
it ceases to be mindless
to the clouds
that it has long disliked

floaters
and drifters
these clouds
have always
chided his
numbness

the mosses beside
its belly
are dying of
dehydration

rain is needed
for its friends to survive
and so
here is the stone
smiling
and humble and
begging

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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