This fine fellow, Jim Minick, helps words work:
Singing the Pebble
At river’s edge, he found
all water, earth and mirrored sky
in one small stone, hazel and round.He rolled it on his tongue,
tasted springhead and creek,
the roiling river, the sky’s lung.He carried it between lip and gum
the rest of his life, trying
to sing this one pebble unsung.