Soapstone and sandstone
porphyry, slag…
I fill all my pockets
and carry a bag.
Scoria, gabbro
schist, mica and flint
in rust, white or yellow
smooth, banded or glint.
Argillite, anthracite
quartz and feldspar—
hurry them home
to my rock collect jar.
Tiger’s eyes, unakites
agates and shales
dream of their middle-earth
riverbed tales.
Travertine, basalt
obsidian, chalk.
Listen. Be still.
You might hear the rocks talk.
Serpentine, marble
jade, pumice and tuff…
I can’t stop collecting
I’ve never enough!
This poem first appeared on the blog of poet Tabatha Yeatts (July 2012).
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