Without and within shapeless stones
I have found the crafted forms of

Worm tunnel      Shark fin
Lizard toe      Bird feather

One summer near Chandron Nebraska
112° Fahrenheit      In lava-thick air

With mallet of chrome
And anvil of dust

I tapped the choir of a tiny dry spring
Until one pebble cracked wide      Revealing

On one side      Space
On the other      Time

And a tiny ovoid hummingbird egg
Rock solid in hard light

Imprinted with the dent
Of a single fossilized raindrop

I know now how to believe in God
When to pray to Father Darwin