As Far As We Know
The Earth is a swimming pool,
but solid. The Grand Canyon
wouldn’t be the shallow end,
or even the baby pool. To get
to where the diamonds are born,
we’d have to dive down through
a hundred Grand Canyons, stacked.
We can’t go there. Space, sure,
a matter of distance, travel time.
But how to explore the unbudging
depths of our home turf, that place
which is too hard for us to chew
through. Every so often, the planet
spits out glittering bits of wisdom
for us to gather up. We play on
the surface, children on the beach,
squealing when the sea foam
skims our toes.
Assonant/consonant combos abound! Per usual, you've created a perfect harmony of image and concept.
ReplyDeleteThe tone is...not jaded...but seasoned. I envy the feat.
I feel this, Hannah. No coincidence for me the Grand Canyon, diamonds and the "unbudging depths" of the earth's core. Even the Hopi, who know how spirit is alive in rock, and who keep records of detailed remembrances of visiting the crystaline grid in the center of the earth with its inner blue sun look to the sky for guidance and pray to the dirt under their feet.
ReplyDeleteHi Hannah, I love this poem!
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