a poem by
VIVIAN WAGNER | Professor + Writer
Photo by adrian
I REMEMBER pieces of quartz on hillsides,
granite and obsidian, a mineral wealth.
I remember not thinking about the rocks,
not knowing their value, not understanding
what I had, what lay beneath my feet.
I remember climbing mountains of lava,
one planet reaching towards others,
speaking an old lithic tongue.
I remember pebbles in my throat,
desert sand in my eyes, all of them
teaching me earth’s words for itself.
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