A Hidden Wonder
By: Julia Lerner
A rocky boat ride left to be
knocked about by the small
waves that lap at the sides
of the cramped boat.
The natural design looms
above, reaching for the
sky, some burrowing deeper
beneath the water and stone
The clear water rushes and
gurgles through the cramped
passages, through the stone.
The water whispers an
ancient language, unknown
to any creature that walks the
Earth.
A speech pattern determined
by the wind and air, and received
by the marble, smoothed by water.
Is the great colorful wall stone?
yes.
The marble’s beauty is hidden
in the center of a vast lake,
such a shame,
that its magnificence goes
unknowing.
Yet, a human climbs from the
boat.
It dives through the water
with a tube for its needed breath.
Others follow as they wander
through the loops and beauties
of the stone.
They are deaf to the words that
the water and stone whisper
to their weak ears.
Do they try to hear the wisdom
that the world repeats back to
them, over and over again?
They glide and frolic among the
waters, laughing, smiling.
They forget what it took for them
to get there.
They forget how bracingly cold
the water is.
They forget how the world is
changing.
But then they leave,
and the great marble cliffs
are unknown once again.
The designs reach up to the
sky
The designs reach down to the
depths of the lake
And the stillness remains
By: Julia Lerner
A rocky boat ride left to be
knocked about by the small
waves that lap at the sides
of the cramped boat.
The natural design looms
above, reaching for the
sky, some burrowing deeper
beneath the water and stone
The clear water rushes and
gurgles through the cramped
passages, through the stone.
The water whispers an
ancient language, unknown
to any creature that walks the
Earth.
A speech pattern determined
by the wind and air, and received
by the marble, smoothed by water.
Is the great colorful wall stone?
yes.
The marble’s beauty is hidden
in the center of a vast lake,
such a shame,
that its magnificence goes
unknowing.
Yet, a human climbs from the
boat.
It dives through the water
with a tube for its needed breath.
Others follow as they wander
through the loops and beauties
of the stone.
They are deaf to the words that
the water and stone whisper
to their weak ears.
Do they try to hear the wisdom
that the world repeats back to
them, over and over again?
They glide and frolic among the
waters, laughing, smiling.
They forget what it took for them
to get there.
They forget how bracingly cold
the water is.
They forget how the world is
changing.
But then they leave,
and the great marble cliffs
are unknown once again.
The designs reach up to the
sky
The designs reach down to the
depths of the lake
And the stillness remains