Waters

The water rubs the stone

Soft and cool, or fast and hot.

Day upon day.

The stone’s contours shift and soften

Day upon day.

Stone surrenders stone in cautious ways,

To become a mountain in the ocean deep someday.

10 million years is as nothing to the stone,

Or the water, rubbing each other day by day by day.

There is no place on Earth water cannot go

And where water goes, it changes things

There is no place you cannot go.

The sharp edges of the world are always dissolving

Reappearing in new arrangements, new places

Conjured by the patient, soft rubbing of the waters.

Dissolving one thing to patiently build another.

Day upon day upon day.