I am a stone (a poem)

After yesterday’s napfest (and to think I was only joking when I said I would probably be hibernating), I was up and doing things early, so…

Weathered, skipping, and sinking
I am alone

Joining the rest of the rocks
at the bottom of the lake
the water being too tired
to carry us all to the shore

The occasional current
churned up by boats or storms
or the shaking of earth
may send us tumbling—

boulders in search of Sisyphus

We may not be able to move
of our own volition

What saves us
is that we cannot drown

(5 July 2018)