You once were a body 
of dirt and tiny roots, 
grub worms and cicadas.

Sometime in the night 

you turned to grey stone 
and started to question 
the idea of mobility.

You forgot that erosion 
is a rock’s sure-fire ticket 

to a beachside retreat
someplace nice and warm.

It took only 10,

000 years and 1,

000,000,000 raindrops 

to remind you.

Now you enjoy 
frozen piña coladas 

in a body of light, 

a body prone to catch fire 
given prolonged exposure,

a body prone to move faster
than anything else you’ve known.