Put In My Place

From nowhere, water sprays from the rock
and careens down the slime green surface.
A constant flow, random splash, intrancing rhythm.
It knows not its role and is gone as quickly as it came.

Staring at the underbelly of earth, at time itself.
Thick strokes of calcium white, hightlight its age.
Millions of years of this water, trickling, creating.
As if the hand of God had molded it from clay.

Laying beneath this precariously hanging rock
Millions of pounds of earth not yet worn away.
Its gravity sets heavily on me as the sun fades.
A shiver climbs through me as the rock cools.

Under this weight, carried away by this rhythm.
In the shadow of the face of time,
I feel small, insignificant. Better yet,
My worries and my troubles feel small, insignificant.

I feel put in my place.