The solid conundrum has arrived

But it too is just simply a wafer thin

Uncoagulated funnel

For the dissipation of everything else

Nothing would ever rise

Nothing would ever fall

Without emaciation of something

And the embellishment of something else

Rocks are never tethered on the shoreline

They have just chosen to remain

When the crushing tide

Would wash over them

Exact fist and fingers

That would pull them loose

From their inculpation of status

From the harbinger point

Of their status quo

But they would never leave their precipice

They would never fall away

Tumbled down and over

Into the embrace of the tide

Where they would, if they chose

Simply be filtered down into the sand

To become one with the silicon particles

That would rest beneath

The toes of ghost crabs and sandpipers

Running away from the encroaching tide

Whenever it made its way

Back to the rocks

I have been brooding with heavy breath here forever

Translucent in the dawn

Transfigured by the dusk

Staring endlessly

At the tide approaching and receding

Relentlessly plotting, preparing to attack

The receding shoreline

With aggressive action

With pulsating, culminating fingers

And fists

That would attempt to unsettle the construct

Of rocks

Piled up at the shoreline

But that was never the intention of the tide

The water never wanted to return

To the encompassment of the ocean

With heavy new encumbrances

The light as a feather water

Would not want to saddle itself down

With the weight of an inanimate boulder

So why would it keep

Pretending to attack the rocks?

Is it just being playful?

Is it just meandering around

The solid fortitude

Of the inanimate pile of rocks

That would treat itself as a barrier

Into nothingness?

A gentle frolic that creates

The illusion

Of a cacophonous storm?

Of a simulated attack

That would slowly

And without any thought of malice

Or intention to debilitate

Break down the surface of the rock

And swallow up each microscopic pebble

That it returned with it to the sea?

The ocean waves would appear to never

Withdraw with an acquisition

From the rock encrusted shoreline

But it would, bit by bit

Piece by piece

Drawing back with it tiny grains of sand

From the unencumbered rocks

To gather up its own barricade

On the shoreline

Beneath the feet of the ghost crabs

And sandpipers

That swells up the girth and breadth

Of the sandy beach

By slowly emaciating the unfettered rocks

And I would watch it all

With universal patience

As the swelling tide

Would transmute the rocky shoreline

Into every minuscule, microscopic

Grain of sand

The transformation has begun

It would occur unrelentingly

Outside your peripheral scope

Of this material world

In ways you would ever see

Patiently await the change

It will come

It will swell up beneath your feet

And lift you up

Into the universal embrace of the divine!