In the vicinity of these rocks
That offer resistance to the flowing water
The clear relentless water that makes its way
And laps at my grateful toes

These rocks that are set firmly in the sand
The clean moist sand that breaks
At the slightest of pressure
And then swallows my hand

But not even this water
Or this sand
Or the sunlight that skims the surface
Or the people I call friends

It’s just the rocks
All the rocks and nothing else
The inert ever present rocks
That have my undivided attention