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