Stones and Pools

He took a rock and tossed it into the pool
and as the water rippled, then seemed to stretch,
becoming silken soon, he shrugged.
No damage done...
The pool knew that the rock would stay,
no matter that the power of it had diminished
as the placid water absorbed the sunlight.
And the rock settled
Later, he skimmed a few stones with skill
as the sun drank deep and melted from sight
He turned away without a thought or care,
satisfied in some way
The stones descended benignly to the soft sand
grazing the rock, kissing its rough cheeks
nuzzling close to one another, in testament
of his accurate aim
But the pool felt the pile begin to grow in her depths
and, if she could, she would have frowned
for though small, a worry gnawed in her mind
She slept uneasily
This time, when he returned, his face was grim
with evidence of a laden heart; he carried a sack
from which he slowly plucked rock and stone
to toss with deadly calm
And the pool wept; her tears added to the ripples
that rushed to reach the mossy banks,
to escape from this intrusion in their midst...
a burgeoning mountain
In anger, he came once more with a two handed boulder
which struck the surface with forceful intent
creating a surge which split her serenity asunder
forever, it seemed
The boulder perched atop the mountain midst the pool
defiantly keeping head above the water to remind,
and no one could challenge the permanence
of the rocky inhabitant