Under the Rock
Have you ever lifted a rock just for a peek
and found a whole world?
Roots stretching beyond their tree?
Millipede scurrying with her pairs of legs, legs, legs?
Cricket waiting for the dark and his solo performance?
Worm slithering in the soil that the rock keeps dark and damp?
Pillbug coiling into a ball when you snatch his cover?
Uncrushable spider crawling over the rock and to you?
Do you ever wonder if the spider is sent out by them all—
the only one who can make you drop that rock,
restore their darkness?
and found a whole world?
Roots stretching beyond their tree?
Millipede scurrying with her pairs of legs, legs, legs?
Cricket waiting for the dark and his solo performance?
Worm slithering in the soil that the rock keeps dark and damp?
Pillbug coiling into a ball when you snatch his cover?
Uncrushable spider crawling over the rock and to you?
Do you ever wonder if the spider is sent out by them all—
the only one who can make you drop that rock,
restore their darkness?
This poem is copyright (©) Marcie Flinchum Atkins 2024
About the Writer
Marcie Flinchum Atkins
Marcie spends her days as a teacher-librarian in Virginia, USA. In the wee hours of the morning, she writes books for kids. Her poems appear in WHAT IS A FRIEND? and THINGS WE FEEL by Sylvia Vardell and Janet Wong. Her latest book is WAIT, REST, PAUSE: DORMANCY IN NATURE.
