I stopped

like a stone dropped
mid-air. I stopped
as days were ending.
I stopped, not caring
where I stood. I stood
as light was stopping.
In its shadow I stopped
to stand watch, and, watched
as the trees watched
the lake, which held the sky
from which I'd dropped.  I,
made whole. Filling earth
where I stood. I stopped.
And, there I had become
a stone at rest.