envy of the brightest green

grows securely on this rock

cragged and pitted from soul marks.

the emotionless tides rise,

reviving the joy-burned weeds,

eroding ever more fragments

to be carried off and left

at distant shores or trenches deep,

unseen, ignored, overlooked,

and wholly unappreciated.

under the daily barrage of waves

and the slow creep of bitter roots,

the rock disintegrates into naught,

its remains scattered throughout,

one day to be renewed,

in aeons, in another form,

under the same brightly shining sun.

TMK 3.14.2007