A shoal in a stream of humdrum
Anchored till there’s naught left of me
All else roams free
Waters lap and return downstream
Winds kiss my nape as they blow past
Grain by grain they erode and scar me
I envy those grains, for they’ll travel far
Those lush green hills will never shade me whole
My brethren, so close, yet unreachable
Subject to the same fate, they suffer together
I’m condemned to a solitary demise
In spite of all, I’ve learned to cope
For when darkness falls, and the skies are clear
Starlight guests shine in my watery mirror
Written for Sue Vincent Weekly Write Photo Challenge
Mark Bierman 