Geode

MoRDi CuaC, "Amethyst geode in the parent rock," 2003

Emptying comes first, leaving a husk around
a center that’s leached out. Was it buried in
mud, a lava flow? Staying buried for so long,
what was emptied now begins to be infilled,
slowly, with beauty. So too with us. Scuffed,
roughened, nothing left on the inside except
a thin layer of self, after ages forgotten. And
then a gift: an osmosis from what seems like
nothing percolates through what’s left, lays
down amethyst or chalcedony, geometries
all perfect, inward, metaphysical; as geodes
hide gems until broken open, so too do we.