Rocks In The Rain

Rocks falling
in the rain:

wounding pebbles
ticking into me,
killing boulders
looming not far behind.

Reading the news

feels like that most days,
like the air itself
is getting harder
and more dangerous.

There are those who say
we should all get inside
and stay out of this
if  we know it’s going
to kill us. For me at least,

I think not.
I think

if I’m going to die
of something
let it be from 
such steady stoning
as long as

I’m trying to stop it
from happening
to anyone else

in such a mean time
as this.

About Tony Brown

A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

One response to “Rocks In The Rain

  • Eileen

    It’s terribly tempting to shut my eyes, put my fingers in my ears, and sing Jesus loves me, while the world crashes around me. But the point of Jesus loving me is my becoming able to love others enough to lay down my life for them. I admit there are days I wish I didn’t know that.

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