A star already cold has sent you a poem

Poetry, if said often and loud enough,
has the substance of a rock

Come, make yourself comfortable
find one that suits, smooth and human-sized,
sit half-way up a mountain just for the view 

Trusty pen and paper wouldn't pretend
to capture a complete panorama
rest your mind- this gets easier

These lines now tell 
of people as you know and love them
reaching out their arms
to the tips of their stretching fingers
always towards the centre

Adding yourself to their number
might feel like hurling a stone further
than you might believe tumbling on and on
but your poem will be like theirs
always reaching and stretching

A poem, if said often and loud enough,
can reach anywhere

xxx