I placed night within a stone.
The stone both blackened and glittered fiercely.
It attracted moths and fireflies.
I set the stone on the naked alter
of a natural chapel the woods formed.
The chapel is attended by young women
who sleepwalk their lives in search of a train station.
When I wake from sleep and look up
all the constellations are right where they should be.
The stone projects its dream of itself heavenward
so the trains run on schedule.
Deep within the stone
the fossils that are God’s bones pulse with the fireflies.
copyright © Kenneth P. Gurney 2018