THE ROCKS

Scripture says, “the rocks ... cry out” --

(My out-of-context translation)

And they did.
[They really did!]

I planned to not take some home.

(That is what I planned!)

But they would have none of it.

They shouted to me

to rescue them -- take them away --
away from battering waves and

freezing blasts of wind --

Shouted with colors
and sparkles
and barnacle-patterned mouths.

And I !!stopped!! --
oh, just for a moment --

just for a short glance.

And they grabbed me --

my heart, my soul, my arm --

and forced me to pick them up --

until they over-flowed,
first hand-- and then pocket,

and finally made a temporary lodging

pouched in my over-sized sweatshirt.

[Taking me to the shore and saying “no rocks” --

is akin to taking a

three-year-old
to a penny-candy store and saying,

“We’re only looking.”]

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My first attempt at adding a photo -- North Shore of Superior at Tettagouche State Park -- and a large number of those "familial" rocks live in my house and yard [and car and backpack and jackets]. So... just moved one more tiny degree forward on the blogging learning curve. YEA!!