DAY 26: Taken for Granted
Taken for Granted
You want to put me in a sling,
think I am worthless,
cast me away.
Some days you fondle
me, rub your thumb pad
against
my earth worn face.
Do you wish me
to wound or heal?
I can draw blood
or lead to the pavilion
of meditation.
Within me, find ancient
truths, long tales
of travel, covert
messages. You
skip me.
A shallow toss,
and you forget.
My ancestors
are your foundations.
Take me to bed.
When you cannot
sleep,
touch me.
I soothe you.
Slip me
in your pocket.
I protect, balance,
encourage.
I am pre-historic,
collecting archeology
in my veins.
We are allies.
Remember,
a stone is a mountain.
A rock is all that is.
C.J. Prince
©2015