Crumble

Small stones
rounded by floods
and countless changes in the currents

we crumble
from our first loss
to our last conquest

What sense
have I
of what it means
to have permanence
and of how little it matters
beyond each moment

When is the last time I was just watching the sky
just being and not trying to

killing creativity for a clean canvass
trying to find that inspiration
that only falls farther away
the more you know or try

Looking at stones in a river
and seeing time
wisdom and permanence
and not seeing that it just happened
through nothing more than a twist of earth
that made water run this way
rather than another

but also seeing that like the stones
I am worn
dulled
diluted
and consolidated
by a deluge all its own

Somewhere between the overstated
and unspoken
are the moments that allow me to live

Forever searching
hoping to turn over a new
sharp edge