perhaps all that I’m meant to be
is the space between a stream
and the rocks underneath
carried by a current
here in the present
between the flow of now
and rocks so hesitant
with my force I erode the past
the temporary is a constant
still rocks upon the current
transform into sediment
as thoughts in a stream
connect, I will carry
the rebirth of still rocks
into all places of earth to vary
experiences of stillness and flow
the past and the pending
no sediment is sediment
when our flow weaves through sentiment