“Rock” by Andrew Furst

rock

1
this pallid stone
is flavored only
by the things that cling to it.

but love
sees the burning lava of creation
fade to a firm and steady earth.

age sees the cracks and pebbles
birthed by the wind
and by the rain.

2
these are our foundations.

they are eternal enough
to bind us to death.

perfect enough
to bid us be still.

hard enough
to teach us to cope.

and cold enough
to teach us the purpose of trees.

Andrew Furst

Andrew Furst is a poet, artist, author, photographer, musician, and technologist. His poetry has appeared in The Chaffin Journal, Superpresent, Dime Show Review, and Levee Magazine, amongst others. His art has been featured in the Emerson Review and Mud Season Review. More about Andrew at www.andrewfurst.net.

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