A poem from Speak, Cairn:
After “String of Pearls,” by Laurelyn Dossett
Holding a stone is holding a hand,
human presence stacked up, balanced,
the smooth weight pulls me toward home—
I’m no longer alone when I add a stone.
An exile from paradise, a flightless bird,
I wander for miles without speaking words.
Rocks are words, stacked up like a poem—
to join a conversation is to add a stone.
Saying their names I add to the rows,
each rock is another person I’ve known.
This cairn can’t lead me back home,
but I’m there again when I add a stone.
We kneel before the world’s brokenness,
a puzzle that will never be finished.
We build to repair, to make whole,
To connect the pieces, stone by stone.