Stillness of Rocks

I imagine these pebbles so
warmed by the sun
Are asleep, and have been for
many thousands of
Years. But this does not mean
they are not listening,
And dreaming, and feeling
your hands run over their
Smoothness and then dropped
back to the beach where
They join the others.

Oh rock,
Your patience astounds me.
You are not waiting,
You are simply existing as
time rolls over you
Like the waves smoothing
your back.

I sit for several moments,
trying on your stillness.
But try as I might, my
chest moves up and down,
My eyelashes flutter, and I
feel the rhythm of my
Blood pulsing on, unending.

Enjoy your perfect stillness,
you rocks, you silent
Beings of the beach, you who
roll with every swell
And gust of wind, you who
outlast bird droppings and
The brief life of the starfish.