I met a stone wall today
Our conversation was heavy
The weight of the words and thoughts seemed unbearable
Its stone boundary lines set limits to my limitless spirit
The stones being visual manifestations of my allegorical time space continuum
My fourth dimension
Its solid and earthy forms creating some foundation of reality
What is inside a stone — but a stone
What is inside of me — is me
Neither solid, liquid, gas, nor organic
But the ephemeral taproot
Looking for its spirit well
Searching for its life source
Lifting that stone weight of my existence.
Lenny Hall is a student and observer of life without formal credentials, who finds
inspiration on Martha’s Vineyard.
