Stones

By Nate Witham


We are standing stones

You and I

The river flows over us

The current shapes us

Uniquely

Every cascade is new

Yet similar

Every blow we take

Scars us

Cuts us

Shapes us anew

We are made to fit exactly where we need to

In every moment we are who we need to be

We may not fit just now

But we are all stones

And the river flows.