poetry

Geodes / Humans of New York

Geodes / Humans of New York

there are worse things to learn
than how to see a dull grey rock
as a vessel for violet crystals

there’s a beauty to hoping
that a nondescript rough body
so much the same as everything else
could be struck in such a way
as to reveal a glittering gallery inside

we don’t know
what might have leached through
our neighbor’s heart

what sparkling prisms
they might be waiting
to open up and share