The Tomb & The Stone
The longer I stare at the pool, the more obvious its beauty becomes. A rainbow curls in the dark water at its edges. Gangly birds dip slender beaks into its colors. Other birds flash and shimmer above, darting from branch to branch. On the downed logs at the edge of the pool, lizards flicker like party holograms, like the casts that entertain infants. And there is a small herd of creatures I can’t name, strange hybrid things with fuzzy muzzles and great soft paws and scaly backs that glow softly. Their dark eyes blink serenely at me.