Hard Currency
Not all pebbles are in focus,
not all dreams are still there when you wake,
not all memories retain their luminosity,
because life would be too easy
if everything were perfect that way.
The river that once ran here
now is just a creek;
the water flowed to other places
or else it just evaporated;
everything eventually
soaks into the earth.
The ground is only worth
the dirt in which it’s vested;
everything else is rocks
or whatever cells begot—
the trees and people
and all their thoughts.
Life is a river drying up;
nothing flows forever,
but the pebbles beneath which the water ran
will lie upon the earth as long as it exists—
but because of space and time,
nothing is for certain
and so rocks remain
a sound investment;
these pebbles are just penny stocks.
(Photo: Josh Isaacs, jjisaacs.com)
