A Piece of My Mind
I
sit refusing
sand particles become me
they sit refusing
shape.
Ages ago
water broke us down
from the whole
words, waters,
baptism
the once united
now claim their
nothing individual
dry, dry, dried by the sun
They are one.
I
sit wet
from rain
we are now mud
together
what is left of the rock
is the key
and I am the lock
shhhh says the
falling rain
just be.
