Fatal Quartz
Hand-held Time Travel
My favourite
chunk of quartz
is shaped like an insect,
a strange, happy accident, eons in the making.
I have lots of quartz because my life
is usually overheated
and quartz seems cool
to the eyes,
if not to the fingertips
A sojourn in Wikipedia
will tell you
that Roman naturalist
Pliny the Elder
thought of quartz as “water ice”
permanently frozen
during the long chill of time
“He supported this idea,”
says Wikipedia
“by saying that quartz is found
near glaciers in the Alps,
but not on volcanic mountains
and that
large quartz crystals
were fashioned into spheres
to cool the hands.”
There is a pleasing geometric
steadfastness to quartz.
No matter how distorted and stressed
a quartz crystal may have been
in the furnace of time,
its long prism faces always make
a perfect 60 degree angle.
Quartz
slows down my
restlessness
Quartz, like other mineral shard
has its sinister side.
The collecting of mineral samples
is ocassionally (distressingly)
seen as a sign
of mental distress
(perhaps one clings
to the 60 degree angle
as a kind of geometric
stedfastness)
I had a good friend
at the CBC
a long time ago
who drove to Niagara
Falls
expressly to jump into the cataract
and end it all
and she did that too
and left behind her
in the motel room she had rented
windowsills full of
crystals
Quartz, Amethyst, Agate, Onyx, Jasper,
Tiger’s Eye,
dusty when they found them




