POEM: Geologic

I will also give him a white stone with a new name written on it, known only to him who receives it.
- Revelation 2:17

Sometimes I believe words are stones we toss
at each other, to make the same hollow
thud rocks make whenever they land &
strike each other. There is a life of bedrock
Beneath us.

We sculpt with the tools of isolation
yet we are also hardened jack hammers
aching metallic aches, yearning to drill
through what is geologic with carbon
fists ablaze.

Each day closes somewhat more uncertain
than the previous, unless the bedrock
which entombs the beating heart is present.
Such is the territory each of us
has homesteaded. There is a life of bedrock
Between us.