I felt like a pebble tossed though waves, unsteady, being polished by constant pressing tides
turning me over in Poseidon's calloused hands
gently but firmly held and cycled until smooth

low and behold i was dropped to dreary depths
left worthless and cold not entirely unlike a child's bike discarded in the rain to rust on their lawn
plain and simply alone

one would think it would be calmer on the ocean floor
but when the currents swell up it is tearing and straining
guiding me into every rock and rough patch on the coastal shelf
no longer polishing but pummeling, grinding me smaller and smaller

less of a pebble more of a grain, easily missed in the icy ecosystem
call me by a new name, and give me new memories
too many times have i been not just left in the dust, but turned into dust
you don't know how easy it is to overlook dust