Receding years, disintegrating decades, a lessening lifetime’s worth of ingested poisons, smoked toxins, injected enemies

Harden parts of the addicted person’s brain to stone…solid as a mountain

Dead as a mineral deposit, lifeless as an iron stove, corpse-like as a wandering zombie

Yet rocks are centers of beautiful universes, too

Rich lichen, towering flowers grown from fissures, a bird’s perch

Our recovery from addiction is the foundation

For untold growth…skyward-shooting limbs of rooted trees, soaring falcons

Our limitations part, like swirling river waters

Are reflections less real?

Gazing upon our past mistakes—upriver—we find the source of our strength

Stone is an Evolving God