THE ONE BIG STONE ONTARIO.(Poem)

Ontario is made of stones and water 17 percent water they say and let's rephrase that not stones but one stone very big where not even geological time spans have been long enough yet for the weather to grind enough of it soft so plant roots can sneak into crevices and suck and nibble and pry it apart for wind to wear ripples and grooves into it for water to slurry and dissolve it for water to seep down into hairline fissures and freeze there and by expanding crack it deeper to drive it apart with a million billion razor thin wedges of fine crystal so more plants have space to creep downward with root hairs like biological drill bits and grow into the spaces and hang tight enough to anchor towering forests of trees so slow is the process so big is the big stone of Ontario that even the vast tracks of moose pasture are shallow wide but shallow puddings of vegetation soaked in water that has nowhere to go but sideways so dense and deep is the stone that the water puddles in the shallow hollows and flows only along the surface sideways slipping into dips and rasping them over millennia into grooves and channels that spill downhill into rivulets and rivers and race tumbling down in cataracts over what might be called boulders except only a few are loose enough are free enough to be worn into stones and pebbles for most are still undetached unbroken still part of the one big stone that is Ontario with the waters seeping creeping trickling tickling the rock surface and for all of the work of water ice ...