Dark Stone

A deep dark stone at the bottom of the sea.
In tidal waves it touches me.
The distant crash of breathe to my ear.
I hold the shell so I can hear.
It moves two centimeters
Every three years.
The scientists
Foretell our erruptive fears.

There's nothing I can do or move.
Write your name in the sand
What would it do
It's at the bottom of the ocean just like you.