What is it about rocks

That draws us in

Rock collections, pet rocks, lucky rocks, rock skipping

Stones so smooth

As we turn them over in our pockets

Thumb to palm to fingers and back again

Hold them up to the light to see their colors change

Flecks of wonder

Of other universes

Lucky talisman

An object to remember someone or something or some time or some place by

A story

An origin

I think of all the ways

That rocks got their start

Have yet to get their start

As stars

As earth

As fault lines

As mountains

As volcanos

As hydrothermal vents

As avalanches

As floods

As rivers

As streams

As the moon pulls

As tides

As waves

As space

As time

As pressure

As young

As old

As dust

Through the years

The wear and tear of living

Smoothing out our hard edges

We tumbled down too

Maybe from the heavens

We rose up too

Maybe from the belly of the earth

A rock, after all