Tuesday, 9 February 2016

I was a rock.

Swallow Falls, Betws-y-Coed, 2013

I was a rock 

I was a rock
had edges like teeth
my mouth swallowed whole
gallons of rain

the cold cracked me open
I absconded with the salmon
from their freshwater birth rivers
which softly smoothed and soothed me

now I am a pebble
washed up on an unfamiliar shore
buried for years
anticipating the unremarkable day

I am flung back into the sea
I am with the skeletons
I am crushed beneath the weight of an earth 

once again

to be a rock, once again

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