John Tustin – Single Stone

Single Stone

The waves shatter upon the stone.
The stone that sits mightily
In its dense superiority.
The waves come and they come,
These endless waves that are but many drops of water
Coming together to butt up
Upon this single stone.
The water is endless. The waves come and come.
The stone sits resolute in place.

The waves shatter upon the stone.
A single drop of water is nothing
But the ocean is perpetual
And the rain is continual.
In time the single stone will become a pebble
And that pebble will become one grain of sand
That lies helpless on the shore
Against the onslaught
Of the masses
Along with all the other single grains.

I would think that the bravest thing to be
Is a single stone upon the shore
If I believed the stone
Had any choice.



John Tustin’s poetry has appeared in many disparate literary journals since 2009. contains links to his published poetry online.

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