It is in my fate as a stone upon the sand
to be smoothed and embraced by the ocean.
My only desire is to eventually become
a part of the soil that holds me close;
I wish to dissolve into colorful pebbles
and scatter across ocean floors and beaches far.

To fill the empty spaces in this universe,
to be eternal, evermore, and reformed-
Back into the elements that gave me structure.
Perhaps I will be ingested by some plant,
who is, in turn, consumed by the fishes.
Forever, in cyclic fashion, I will remain.

But yet, I cannot dream for any longer.
A yellow sundress is my keeper.
Hands as small and smooth as my surface
carry me far from my disturbed resting place.
And I am placed on white, a blind white bureau.
Admired once, and then forgotten.