Kit Kelen #876 - rock

876

rock

I had a job as a rock

you wouldn't know me now and then

but often threw a rope around

rock's a kind of anchor

you'll say pebble if you're smooth

I couldn't line up to point by myself

I was just the one rock

how rare to me

the ear was

though often

given up

often mosses, sun shone, rain washed

some said build your house

on him

or could be her

who knows?

seed rolled until some spare bird bore

the speck

then I grew steadier unwatched

all sturdy

some would say a clod

far as the light of stars I settled

long way to measure back

you could say that I held time

another one determined pitch

you've never thought of me at rest

but what's a rock to do?

we go unsighted mostly

will that be yours inscrutable?

I watched the others dizzy, fall

lay low for the longest time

where no one knocked

then I was stage marked on the way

think of a regular interval

I could have been currency once

sort of a circle I made

spoilt for rhymes

I'd sometimes thought myself a clock

then I get on a roll

cliché! it's a way of life

-less

-ness

I think you must know

I was heaved aloft and tossed

and young again

by mountain flung

primordial for dice fling

hot

so soon cooled!

spun like a world I was

another!

how I yearned for soft!

my struggle being being itself

and grain against

I had the whole creek run for it

aware!

suspend the disbelief

otherwise how here?

I wasn't another one the same

though lined up with tautology

and taken for a nag

I was a rock and gathered to dust

I was leant on

kicked

someone once would knock to chime

or set a solstice by

it was I met the pumpkins

still shining

meant to be the last stone stood

but I was a rock after all