Running

in a stream, I see water
I see rocks
the movement and rushing, calm yet furious
distinctively deceptive

a relaxing image?
and yet, the rocks stand
the constant movement of the water over their bodies
you cannot hear the transformation as they stand under the rush

the changing
the formation
the act of movement against the grain
they are being transformed

this is their destiny.
to not stay the same,
but become something different
smoother, flatter, under the current.

how does it feel?
do they run?
do they resist?
how can they?

I believe in miracles.
and more often, a slow steady change.
loving to hate the water, we run
yet the water is our redemption