liminal space beneath a rock (20170215)

today i lifted the rock
where as a child
i always found a menagerie
hapless creatures
slugs pillbugs spiders worms
damp in the shade between
their stone sky
and wet earth beneath
their many feet and raw bellies

only dry dust coated
the bottom of the stone
no damp earth, but a hole
carved through the earth
and in it
the sky on the other side
of the world
as if someone had placed
a mirror beneath the rock

but the sky below
held stars other than sun
and placing my hand through
the small opening
i felt ocean spray
on my palm
and no distance between here
and there

16 thoughts on “liminal space beneath a rock (20170215)”

    1. Remember as a kid taking a shovel and just digging and digging. At some point an adult would remark you’d wind up digging a hole all the way to China. Somehow, this poem is related to that. And all those cartoons of people with instant/portable holes.

  1. I spent a bit of time as a child contemplating the possibility of digging to China in my sandbox. Your discovery under that rock is fantastic πŸ˜‰

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