Round rock
I am a round rock
Laying in a river bed
Many days I tumbled
The ice and sand-my home,
I cracked Against others like me-
Wayward, heavy, stones.
Pushed without cease
I suffered the rivers errant way,
Thrown without mercy
My edges were all shorn away.
Every corner - ground to nothing
Wondering what next could be in store,
Every cracked appendage
Wore me down a little more.
I knew myself to be shrinking,
And As I became smaller
I buckled down and I tightened my belt
but I loosened up my collar.
I am a round rock
Laying in a river bed
Countless angry, thrashing waves
Have crashed upon my head
The under tow picks at my feet-
Inviting me to sink-
Her embrace is tempting,
But the current denies me peace.
If I am smooth
It is because the rough was beaten from me
My prickling skin, battered down
But I am smooth because I fought back
And I refused to drown.
I am a round rock
Laying in a river bed
There is always something left to polish,
I have not seen the rivers end.
But when I reach that delta fan
I'll be smooth
And small
And perfect
Finally allowed some peace
Laying in its quiet sand.