Mary Langer Thompson

Stoneheart

 

Since you left, my heart’s like a stone.

It’s a single, left alone, ancient stone.

 

Indians like to put rocks in a stack.

That’s hard to do when you have one stone.

 

Coyotes prowl solo, or in a pack.

If one devoured me, he’d eat a stone.

 

The days go by, I can hardly keep track.

Not much to do to nourish a stone.

 

I now have no one to watch my back.

But who needs a guardian for a stone?

 

I try over and over to retrieve what I lack.

It’s so easy to stumble on a stone.

 

Doesn’t matter if I live in a shack.

I don’t have a soul that cares for my stone.

 

Everyone’s talking at me, yakety, yak!

Go away. Mary’s heart is set in stone.