Poem of the Week (excerpt), by Albert Goldbarth

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- Albert Goldbarth

"All told, the moon's water—locked away in rocks

under the surface—equals "about two and a half times

the volume of the great lakes."

                         —The Week, July 2-9, 2010

What other things, what other conditions, are locked away

improbably in rock—in an inhuman hardness?

Moses … doesn't the story go he smote

a rock in the wilderness with his staff and, lo,

therefrom the waters poured? And Mrs. Sommerson,

the Great Stone Face my mother called her,

regent of the Eighth-Grade Algebra Kingdom, she

who pity's violin strings couldn't move a quarter inch

from her unyielding scowl and decimal-pointed grade book …

when one evening I was late in leaving,

and quietly making my passage

down those eerily untenanted halls, I saw

her home room door was opened just enough to show her

at her desk, in tears, her head held in her hands

with such an autonomous weight, she cradled it

as if trying to rock into comfort a terrorized infant.


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