though you can’t see it
dormant within the solidity
of this cocooning stone–
motionless thru the ages it has seen since a mighty glacier deposited it here in this untouched landscape in polar retreat manless millennia ago–
beats the petrified wings
of a transdimensional butterfly
who’s waiting patiently for the right voice
to call its name aloud
the only key in all this vast
near-infinite universe
which can open this stone
and release its quarry
until then
it shall remain here
housed inside this stone
to play out its role
as fitting metaphor
for something i know
not the words for
this special
yet outwardly common stone