A boulder, it is said,
is turned into sand
by patient action of water,
but then,
what happens
to the sand?
There has to be
a longer story.
It can’t end there.
I don’t care
that I don’t know
the story,
but I care
to learn it
and tell it.
I don’t care
that you don’t know
the story;
I care
that you are among those
who don’t care to know the story,
who are content
to see beaches
of vanished boulders
as a perfect ending
to a long tale
of this world,
who are content
to tolerate the myth
that there are beginnings and endings.
