I picked up a rock

This and that.

I picked up a rock

© 2010 Mark Pearce

 

                 I picked up a rock.

                 It wasn’t just any rock.

                 It was a magic rock.

                 And it was magic because

                 It inspired this verse.

 

                 It had been sitting there still

                 For a millennia,

                 Flat side down,

                 Waiting for something special

                 To happen.

 

                 It could have been a

                 Meteor impact or a jostling

                 From quivers of a nearby fault line

                 But it was, instead, just me

                 Picking it up.

 

                 Barring the daily rotation of the Earth,

                 Its annual spin around the Sun,

                 And the expanding race of the galaxy

                 It was the most movement

                 Enjoyed by the rock in quite some time. 

                        

                 But even more astounding,

                 My rock is now two.

                 Its second reality

                 Encountered on this page

                 Through the glow of an overhead desk lamp.

 

                 And that’s why I carry the rock

                 Around with me

                 In my front pants pocket.

                 Because it’s not just a rock.

                 It’s a magic rock.

Author's Note

Don't believe me?

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[Doctor JKC]

It's so cool when you make a special thing special.
It knows,
Jack