Piece of Midnight Sky

Mustang Sally pops something mysterious into her mouth
after pawing dirt by the log cabin near the Lake.
 
My fingers tap her tongue until I finally have
the oval pebble; a piece of midnight sky adorned
with luminous flecks, sister stars flickering—
while a surrounding red circle
binds Usual to Holy.
 
The smooth stone feels like freezing water
as it pulses       the Lake          the Lake
in my hand, open and amazed.