Even stone will change.

The ocean rounds every pebble.
Immense mountains will be smoothed.
Time reaches everywhere, and we mourn
the manifestations of weathering.

In a stone drawn closer to the heavy heart
constituents align beneath the pressure:
crystals are growing, claiming form.

There are a great many faces
turned up to you from the earth, watching
as you make your way toward your heart
and the beauty
grows in you.