The Rock

The rock stood silent above the ocean's fray gray speckled and chitted by time, sea-salted air, and shells airdropped by gulls Winds swept over it rains drenched it the sun beat kindly…and unkindly upon it Families visited and rested on it …their voices filling the spaces and then leaving it again Ants would come and ants would go spritely green grass would grow up beside it, bleach in the summer sun to blond and die off again... in the chill of fall The rock remained never coming and never going but always there to be found