erosion

a rock sat atop a ledge

on the side of the road,

its home.

sometimes people would

kick it around

on their daily runs

to who knows where,

a frivolous action according to

the little rock.

but not one to be questioned,

as long as the rock

could stay in its home.

but suddenly it was snatched up,

immediately wishing it could

break free

from the unknown force.

the rock was thrown

into the nearby river,

as if that was where it should be,

but the rock had

never been there before.

the river, not only unfamiliar, but

littered and dirty,

was not a proper home.

the rock was terrified,

trapped.

unsafe.

hoping, one day,

to find its way back

to the home it could

no longer see.