Stone Facing Apocalypse

Rocks accept finger-tip readings,
gentle rub after the glacier
or river had a soothing way–

they yield to impulses for saving.
Take home the stones
with a white line through them

where sediment fell and stayed,
some called wishing stones
to throw into water

with hope for what we need 
to come true. Perhaps 
to be present for a future

of water and weather and growth
after we are gone. What we need
now. No end to pocket rocks

not just for the sake of humankind –
for the celebration of far-flung 
beings, named and unnamed. 

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Tricia Knoll is an aging Vermont poet whose work appears widely in journals, has been nominated many times for Best of Net or Pushcarts. Nine books, full-lenth or chapbook, publish her collections. One Bent Twig collects poems paying tribute to the many trees she has planted or loved. She is a Contributing Editor to Verse Virtual, an online poetry journal. Website: triciaknoll.com