Season by season, day or night, the stone seems constant.
Other elements fluctuate in rhythms and responses.
The tilt of the earth governs the organic cycle through the year.
Water changes state, the agent of creation and destruction.
Light transfers energy and images, re-shaping reality.
The experience of color plays endless variations over static scenes.
We perceive time, like the air, by its effects.
Law and Order underpin the elements, but imagination buoys
novelty, and the stone floats. I return to the multitudes of Halibut Point.
...and the stone floats. What a brilliant piece of poetry and observation.
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