Firm but fair.

Firm but fair.

To sit as still as ageless stone

Unhewn by man

To lie shaped by centuries

Of patient waiting

Perhaps in time

A giant’s hand will move it

Pick it up and bowl it

Skittle down the gnarled

Old trees barely clinging

On to their dignity

Atop a cliff

Slowly crumbling down

Into the sea

There is purpose

To this slow passage

A permanence

In all but me

There is a restless edge

Even in contemplation

Of disappointment

Life is but

A sojourn

A temporary respite

From the storm

Awaiting a discovery

Of intent

There are no easy breaths

Even in meditation

The movement of muscle

Contraction of sinew

Flow of blood

Continues to inhibit

A progression into solidity

A tendency toward

Dissolution

Until, as light as air

All is dispersed

The merest speck

As insignificant

As dust atop

An ageless stone

Though still, as it may sit

Gradually moves down

A gently sloping hill

Until one day

When it too, will fall

Into the sea.