almost there

each wave
that hits upon
this rock
chips away a little more.
the ocean of trouble
makes
sand of strength,
the salt of tears,
the blue pounding
of surf.
each blow
of hard water upon
its craggy soul
erodes its form,
breaks it into what
it once was
no longer stone.
but something else,
something
that the wind will
catch and blow away.
almost there.