There is a boulder on the beachThin, barnacle-encrusted feetLichen'd head wideUmbilical to the rocky cliffBut only just so.It should have fallen away by now.Emerald waves saw through basaltSea stealing smallest siblingsSmashing and caressing Moving and shapingThe stone watches and knows it's fate.It clings still.I sit and watch the world pass me byBubbles pip, pip, pipping in my drinkSun rising...