rock at tideline
in perfect formed shape of itself
striated and smooth and dark
crystalline interstitial lattice
shifted and tumbled by waves
a billion times
placed, ground amongst other rocks
larger and smaller
until each one fits
it is here, in this place, exactly
because of all that.
perhaps there should be an understanding
prayer reverence agreement
if it is picked up pulled out
flung far away or taken home
*Copyright 2010 by Luther Allen. This poem appears in The View from Lummi Island.
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rocks
other mind press 