Don Kingfisher Campbell
I have just earned an MFA in Creative Writing from Antioch University, Los Angeles. My poems have recently appeared in About Place, The Gambler, Oddball Magazine, P2F2, Sassafras, Spilt Ink, Subtopian, and Tower Journal. I am the editor of the San Gabriel Valley Poetry Quarterly and host of Saturday Afternoon Poetry at the Santa Catalina Branch of the Pasadena Public Library. For more 411, please go to: http://dkc1031.blogspot.com
I'm a small gray rock
lying on the dirt
beside a twisted tree
on the edge of a library
I've been here seven years now.
Occasional pelting of rain.
Weekly gardener with a blower.
Lots of car exhaust.
I hear footsteps every day.
The babbling of humans
calms me. Reminds me
everything is temporary.
I lie and wait for change.
As I drive home from the high school relieved to leave
behind those squirrelly in the present, I see you
walking away from your junior high down familiar
sidewalk lines. Across a freeway overpass you stop
midway to gaze at my world, lanes squeezing out of
sight. I feel comfort knowing your world is separate
from mine. I've been in yours; it was once mine, a
dollar-land of convenience store colas and candy, friends
walking with you on some days. Without effort, I will
unknowingly welcome you into the adult sphere--once
you are shelled inside two tons of steel and rubber
and plastic--you'll be just like me.
©2014 Don Kingfisher Campbell