You are just a rock
stopped, still, avoided as time
passes and mocks,
with looking-back laughs...
...and you sink, forgotten
beneath wind-kissing waves
to lie in thought until the moon frees you
again, you lucky lunatic...
...embracing the dawn,
calling with wet-white gleam
on the newly-damned of today
for aeons to come
Here comes the latest reckoning,
a quick tide over the mind.
flushes those often used words
and any last thoughts of time