The thoughts of a rock
Now buried in sand
A god to a small
Sedimentary land
To servants so small
Can’t discern them at all
So easily displaced
At the time of the fall
“I’ll sit here forever”
The rock knows this well
And surely the sand now
Already can tell
Until something comes
Causing the sand to shift
Time may come again
For the rock’s place to drift
A Life in Poems 