Douglas Polk’s most recent poem to appear here was Unearthed (August 2011).
Rock, Paper, Pencil
By Douglas Polk
a rock at my fingertips,
possibly a million years old,
molded and shaped,
by violent processes within the earth,
similar to the soul inside my core,
possibly a million years old,
or birthed into existence when my body first conceived,
both probably truth,
but will the answers ever be known,
rock at my fingertips,
a million years old.
possibly a million years old,
molded and shaped,
by violent processes within the earth,
similar to the soul inside my core,
possibly a million years old,
or birthed into existence when my body first conceived,
both probably truth,
but will the answers ever be known,
rock at my fingertips,
a million years old.