so far up the north coast,
when the pacific has deemed
unnecessary the fine sands
and the warm winds,
and the sun, instead choosing
this gray palette and rain,
everlasting rain,
sits a rock on some beach cliff
that will fall into the ocean
dnot due to its insatiable sadness
but because of its utter dimension.
rain, who is the ocean,
will cover this rock,
reducing it down to pebbles
who will never take solace
in labeling themselves as sand
you are the rain and the ocean,
i, the rock.
hence, i must imagine the boulder,
who will fall down this cliff,
as happy when the rain covers it
and the ocean brings it down
