I sat for a millennium trapped Under the shallow depths Only the last 10 thousand years Exposed to light and wind and rain One by one my tiny grains flecked Away like husks blown about Making many tiny sand on a beach Washing up shifting moving Slightly with each passing tide Little by little I wear away Only once was hidden and whole Wet and dark and shiny Then as if the turbulence Of living was not enough I am picked up by random And tossed back out to sea And must wait once again For a new millennium to begin To be born again.
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Posted: May 2011
About this poem:
The life and times of a beach stone made for skipping once in the span of humanity on earth. Okay..maybe twice....
Comments (3)
for Reincarnation. Anyway cool writee Yankee4U