Issue 13
Rock
Don Thompson
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How can you look at those granite slabs
half-buried in the hillsides,
mica refusing everything the sun has to offer,
and not sense their heavy sorrow
for us? Just dumb rocks,
unchiseled, less alert than the watchmen
who doze on Easter Island,
far less sensitive than the Pieta,
and yet -- such good friends,
always there, who seem to know
that flesh and stone both turn to dust.
~Don Thompson
Don Thompson lives in the San Joaquin Valley of California and grew up with friends such as the rocks in this poem. Been There, Done That is available from March Street.
© 2003 by Don Thompson. All Rights Reserved.
© Copyright 2003 by Cayuse Press. All Rights Reserved.