Stones Were Squeezed To Emptiness Poem by Patti Masterman

Stones were squeezed to emptiness
In his hand; even fruit gave eggs,
And chickens bloomed;
From a few, he crafted thousands
And throngs came to sup
On the food, and to hear
Of his acts, and to marvel.

One day someone said to him
But you cannot be doing these things-
Existence would not permit-
It is not possible-
The laws of time and space-
And, as he looked down at his hand
Suddenly it became irrevocably barren.