I stand afar

in front of these massive

black

ancient rocks

~

formed a billion years ago

it’s not their size

that makes me feel small

~

when it sheds its next rock

a cliff

into the valley below

loosened by cold and sun

~

we might all be long

gone

~

we are not even a cliff

an outlook

we are like the snow

that fell to low

on its slope

The water recedes

lured by the moon

~

I sit still

on a wet rock

one foot touches the water

~

there are no waves today

and I can see far

past the mountains in the distance

~

I think I will skip

from rock to rock

till the next phase