Message Of The Rock

Did you know
I spoke once to a rock
and it answered?

My family told me
to keep that to myself.

My family told me
rock-tongues are truthful
but riddling.

I have uncles
who know these things.

I have aunts
who taught the uncles
and guide their knowing.

I would tell you what the rock said,
but I didn’t know the language.

Aunts and uncles understood
and they told me not to worry
about the message.

They said
I’d know it in time.

I’m still waiting,
family.  I’m still waiting
for the translation.

I lift and hold rocks to my ears
any time I walk outside.

All I ever hear is whispers
of how hard the world can be,
of how family can withhold

something necessary,
something they were meant to share.