Putting the stone back in the river

The Night stampedes

across the river.

Not through it.

A miracle cannot be

anticipated, wanted,

or otherwise

coordinated.

The same is often 

said of stones that,

once spotted,

picked up, and held,

seem to radiate

in the hand. It's ok

to put the stone

back in the water.

It's ok to go

back home, carrying 

something that 

nothing else, not

even the hoofed dark,

could touch.