Rock Collector
~Deana J. Tavares
She collects the rocks
Filling her pockets to the brim
Pants slide down
From the weight
That’s within
She collected enough
To build
Her very own wall
Though rocks without mortar
So easily fall
Through spaces in between
Water and light flooded in
Growing bountiful lands
Wallpapered thick
Moss and lichen
The tiniest inhabitants
Reside
Within caverns deep inside
Faint little voices
On which she can rely
The rock collector makes
Various stacks
Selecting as she goes
How many will she gather
Nobody knows
