Stone Lessons

Water finds the cracks no haste, no hurry— just the patient whisper of a million years pressed into a single drop

The cliff face gives way grain by grain, surrendering what it swore would last until the swearing stops, until stone becomes sand

We are the same, you and I, wearing down at the edges where we touch the world, leaving small pieces behind

Yet something persists— not the shape, but the knowing that we were here, solid once, that even dissolution is a kind of song