Thrusted mountain weathers down
Calving cliffs slowly bear boulders
Whose fractured faces rocks reveal
Rivers tumble smaller stones
Pebbles precociously alluvial
Till finally tiny grains gather
To hang out in bars.
Midweek motif at Poets United is to contemplate a grain of sand. This whole thing is a metaphor for humanity, perhaps we can remember our common core, for we are all the same mountain.