Story of the Stone

By: Blaire Ginsburg

Minor fissures,

Just hairline cracks,

Spread slowly

At first,

Fine lines on a

Smooth surface;

Creeping across a

Marble plain,

Barely making

A sound, but

Marking - scarring

- All the same.

See here, where

The lines turn

At odd angles and

Bend to meet, but

Never touch.

Traces like veins,

Telling different

Legends every time,

Spell the history of

A more valiant heart.