Chitted By Time

Rock stood silent above the oceans fray gray speckled and chitted by time by sea salted air by shells air dropped by the gulls Winds swept over it rains drench it sun beat kindly and unkindly upon it Families visited rested on it …their voices and laughter filling the spaces ...floating on the crested breezes and then were gone again Ants would come and ants would go Spritely green grass grew up beside it...bleached in the summer sun to blond died off again with the chills of fall Rock remained never coming never going always there ...to be found