What is this pocket for? Stones. What are stones
In the sandy dirt playground were stones
I picked up, then both hands, and pocket
Of this button-up black-and-white checked shirt.
I took stones for geodes.
Most stones aren’t but this one might be; that one possibly –
Once I saw a life-sized geode
On a corporate beige carpet, cut open
Clean purple quartz, crystal and cut through
With light, amethyst facets suspended
Immortal inside the warted rock crust,
Dazzling concave metropolis,
A geode the size of a chair I could sit in.
Wall-to-wall rectangular windows
Floor to ceiling around a corner
Angled to a hallway off the bare lobby
At the museum gift shop, plastic bins
With clear dividers, each compartment
With a kind of stone. The geodes were all
Dirt-caked and the gritty gray-brown. They had tags
The way stuffed animals come with names.
I turned the L knob on the big garage door,
Wrested up until it caught whoosh all the way;
I lined the geodes on the cement –
What would it take, a hammer, an ice pick,
Rap once so the whole splits in one sharp crack –
Can’t get clear to the city layer by layer,
The crystal only at once from the inside out.
All of these geodes until one is
Today is my half-birthday, June 16th
I wonder what is my horoscope.
Bigar’s Stars. Here I am. Four stars. Today:
You might understand what is going on
With others. Tonight: Make time for yourself.
Fourteen days ago, my grandmother’s birthday,
I felt alert to it, a tightness
At the top of my ribcage like holding my breath
But still breathing; half a dozen
Stones on the rough rim, I probably
Only put one but in the scene I have
In my head I’m alone.
I have a little
Piece of pumice in the sunroom. Most stones
Felt something in my hand.
The pumice was too light.
I had a white smooth oval stone from I don’t know where
I clutched it in the hot of the hand
Until it got so hot I couldn’t
The robin’s next, I could have seen
I could have touched an egg, will she
I took a turquoise piece from the gift shop;
Could have put it in the nest to hatch a geode.
When my mother got jewelry I took
The blue box and the blue pouch.
I took a rock,
I took a rock from Hopkins Pond,