Rocks

by Kari Morris

 

I just want an outlet

Father God

I just want a niche

so I won’t be thought odd

I wanna be out

not corked in a spout

about all this mystery

You've given me.

 

All these things

fester and bubble and bubble

the preachings I have

to mend all the trouble.

Poems and

verse

rhyme and

rehearse

dancing

singing

My voice is

creating

My work is

not mating

with its proper

staging.

I feel like I’m sitting

on top of it all

waiting to burst

at the faint of your call!

 

But maybe the point

before having my say

is to sit and be still

and get out of the way

because all of the

verses and

drama and

rhyme

will all come to nothing

if it isn’t time.

 

They say rocks get shiny

with pressure and time

I’m learning that waiting

gives

power

to rhyme.

’Cause waiting adds weight

and weight adds the truth

that’s absent in rushing

but present in You.

 

And so I will wait

and hold it all in

and let it keep growing

until we begin.

 

 

© 2003 Kari Morris

 


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