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Liquid Glass


He beckons her into the basementgranite, albasa, marble, green chertskeletons of
organisms hardened with silicic acid


So thin is the inner wall of glass

No grain of sand seeps in


Red magma cools then hardens into rocks; rocks crumble into stones, stones into sand,

sand into soil, then back to rocks at the bottom of the sea


Pebble: a billion-year-old crossroad

Wedged between toes


Trees repeat trees

We repeat history

Shards of twilight

Sail across deep blue moss


He sprays water to retrieve ghosts from the oxidized face


The sea is rising

The sea is rising


That feeling of stone in hand...that smell…groundmass polished to colored shapes

...accumulation of strata slumbering under dark forests…miraculous sculpture from

waves…that breathing of minerals…ocean of summer light…order of the universe

locked in stones…impossible to say…but


The earth still goes on


As the window stands like a mirror

Its glass falling into a puddle


Through the millennium



[Originally published in NHS 2007, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs07/Wang_Ping.htm.]