Spice the scent combination
locked in a room with windows
out of this tower I see
the ocean sounds below
eternally moving the stones into sand.
Time will come and relate a story
once told never remembered
written down the mountain
so high that the top was
always shrouded in clouds.
I can hold
this stone
smooth
in my hand
after years.
My 30-year project:
holding the stone
and rubbing it and
one day realizing
I’ve done it for 30 years.
