‘Metamorphic Rock’ by Reid McGrath The Society June 13, 2013 Poetry Pressure is what the loam feels when, buried and dis-tracted, it cannot function right; when it cannot get at the rain and light; when it, by a hellish heat, is harried. When it is not prepared, or preparing, To produce, what it was meant to produce; when its physical makeup is not loose; when it’s sick and tired of temporizing. For what it wants is to produce good fruit; to rise like cream out of that sub-terrain. But who we are is never absolute; and via all this pressure and this pain, solidified like some rare earth-bound loot, it settles by becoming rock again. Reid McGrath is a poet living and working in the Hudson Valley. Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Related Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.