Chiseled down the middle or sliced in half; crystals like sugar granules sparkle around the edges and shine even deeper inside this cavity where two fingers fit. Once the secret of a lonely volcano, exposed when hammer split limestone to reveal dances of light now ignited by a ravenous sun that has waited far too long for this moment. Stage fright, natural light; roses or swans or anything earth-like; daylight performances where we act out our human comedy. Yes, that is me, center stage. And yes, that is you behind the scenes.
Dark lady, come out from behind your stage directions scrawled into a lost folio, lost to geological time, and wait with me behind the discovery curtain, where we’ll eavesdrop on amethyst and jasper, agate and opal, as their 240-million-year drama unfolds.