sometimes,
i feel stoneish.
stones can be born any place
but have no ability to
take action.
to take control
of their existence.
however,
this should not always be terrible.
a stone in the desert is constantly kissed by the sun.
a river rock is forever being hugged by flowing water.
a bouldery bluff beside the ocean,
repeatedly bombarded by crashing waves,
stands strong against incessant torture,
and just when the
brutality becomes
too much to bear...
it gets to turn into a sandy beach
softly tumbling with the tides,
the simplest stone it could be
and surrounded by great company
because there is no room for judgment
when all grains of sand
look the same.