The American Journal of Poetry
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Eric Follett

Roadside Geology of Idaho



Idaho’s oldest exposed rocks   speak to me of interactions,
consist mostly of ancient   knowledge, gathered here and there,
schists and gneisses, metamorphic rocks that   murmur in the language only sky speaks back. These
formed as still older rocks recrystallized at red   dawns, sizzling from east to west, red
 heat deep below the surface. They also include large   things that I’ll never be privy to;
masses of granite that formed as molten   rocks churned, lost their identity as melted
magma crystallized, also far below the surface.   clouds swallow each mountain peak, as
Most of those rocks come in relatively pale shades   inherent as the white that defines all limits
of gray and pink. Almost all consist of crystals   my naked eyes pick apart, or give the kind of substance
large enough that you can easily see   that where things end, nothing stretches
them with a magnifier, and many are full   apart, a pile of solitary existences
of complexly swirling bands of light   that ignores refraction, dances alone, in cold
and dark. Most basement   stone, never sees such sky, never discovers why
rocks really are quite beautiful.   that would be enough.



ERIC A. FOLLETT grew up in Idaho. He studied Classics at Utah State University and Linguistics at Purdue University. He currently lives in Salt Lake City, Utah. The American Journal of Poetry is pleased to introduce Mr. Follet's first publication of verse.



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