“For the stone which has been thrown up <br /> it is no evil to come down, nor indeed any good <br />to have been carried up.” <br />—Marcus Aurelius <br /> <br />Only this stone is certain, <br />if only for a moment. <br />I touch it and look down <br />at the dark sea, a curtain <br /> <br />behind which life here started, <br />reminded that all things <br />are in a state of flux, <br />the living and departed. <br /> <br />And yet the bell still rings <br />over the sun-lit hill. <br />A padre gives a sermon <br />about eternal things. <br /> <br />“The Father sacrifices <br />his one and only Son.” <br />The fruit of an amoeba, <br />morphed into man, devises <br /> <br />an escape, the burden <br />too difficult to bear? <br />If only for a moment <br />only this stone is certain.<br /><br />Leo Yankevich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stone-20/
