Stone is not Immovable

The pace of stone is slow.
You ‘here today, gone tomorrow’ human’s,
will never see stone move.

You think you are the movers
the shapers. You wrench stone
from its bed, you stack it for your buildings.

What are your cuts, your buildings,
the shapes you make of stone? you cannot hear
the deep, slow laughter of stone.

Stone is not immovable;
slowly, oh so slowly, grain by grain,
stone will fall apart.

Stone will make its way to the sea
sink through ocean layer after layer;
but oh so slowly.

Until the bed rock pushes
through the grass, again,
on the hillside of the moor.

Stone will be here, but where,
‘flash in the pan’ will you.