Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Days of Stone

some days I am a stone
that cannot lift its weight,
a dense conglomerate
of errors and wounds,
something that settles
to the bottom
down to the silt and suckers
where murk and sightless things
companion me unreachable
in the absent light, if only
I can look up to the pearl
inviting me to reach

1 comment:

  1. If there is one thing Stretch Armstrong has taught us, it's that the pearl is always within reach, as far removed as it may seem. We are elastic beings, able to stretch, change, and mold ourselves when needed; we bend, not break.