Geology, by Chris Walsh
I was going to write a poem
comparing creativity with diamonds.
both the result of great pressure
beneath crusts of normality, domesticity,
the world as it appears.
But I can’t relate to diamonds.
I’m not a girl,
And my best friend..
Well, we hide away don’t we, as we get older.
We have too much wake to explain
In the time left.
But still, I like the geological metaphor.
Our parents are oceanic plates
Rucking against each other,
Spilling you and I
Like hot lava
Where they break\