Tears of Stone

One

Drop of Water

Slides Slowly

Down the Smooth,

Marble Surface,

Then Gathers

And Splashes

Into the Pond Below

Rippling,

A Subsiding Memory,

An Imprint,

Of the Fall

Moments Before.

The Almost Inaudible

Plop as Drop after

Drop of Water

Find Their Way

Into the Stone-

Lined Pond.

I Sit and Stare

At the Fountain

With the Marble

Woman, Tears

Falling From her

Stone Eyes,

Sliding Into the

Pool like Orbs of Glass,

Like Crystal Pearls.