I am rock
I am rock,
I am stone,
I am old but I am here.
I was once something else
Now I am stone.
My surface is worn, scratched, chipped
I am still me, I am stone.
Look closely at me,
There are colours where it seems
There is only one colour,
There are marks where it seems smooth,
And all the time, I am what I am,
I am stone.
The shape I am now
Is not the shape I always had,
But I am still stone.
Dun Laoghaire
March 2004
This was published as part of the Kilkenny Library Poets on Board Scheme