My mica flakes sparkle
In contrast to my blackness
I think that’s why you noticed me
In the water
At the provincial park
In Nova Scotia
You picked me up
And caressed my smoothness
Water is so patient
At smoothing away edges
Well, water and jostling
Jostling against other rocks
The daily tides make us all a little smoother
All a little less edgy
But at my very core
I always sparkle
This is my attempt at a Dinggedicht: a poem that enters so deeply into a thing that the thing seems to speak for itself through image, texture, movement, and sensation alone. That’s the W3 Challenge this week.
Hot Dogs and Marmalade 