I know the origin of rocks, settling
out of water, hatching crystals
from fire, put under pressure
in various designs I gathered
pretty, picnic after picnic.
And I know about love, a little,
igneous lust, the slow affections
of the sedimentary, the pressure
on earth out of sight to rise up
into material, something solid
you can hold, a whole mountain,
for example, or a loose collection
of pebbles you forgot you were keeping.
— Robert King
from the Marlboro Review, Issue 16, 2005
whose prose book, "Stepping Twice Into the River: Following Dakota Waters," appeared in 2005 from The University Press of Colorado.
I am wary of a lot of things,
such as... time clocks, newspapers, mortgages, sermons, miracle fabrics, deodorants...
and manifest destiny.
~ John D. MacDonald