I am but a pockmarked stone
I roll along the persistent river
Which takes me to the ocean
I am now sand
I have lost my individual stone’s markings,
For better or for worse
I settle on the floor of the ocean.
I am loosened by a passing blue whale, intent upon its prey.
I am ingested by a jellyfish
Who happened to be near me
As I floated.
*Although I wrote this poem quite a while ago, I am inspired to share it, after reading a New York Times article. The article was all about an artist whose work featured the slow erosion of rock into nothing. I apologize for not noting his name. His work was magnificent!