Newcomer

We have a new resident on the beach today:
a stone cairn, made of rocks heavier than I could lift
probably a group project at low tide
possibly fueled by alcohol
or pagan piety
or aesthetic enthusiasm
or just the joy of building, making, moving, lifting

Now it sits out in the water
a pharos
an island of enchantment
to remain there until another drunken party
or destructive kids
assert their primacy

It’s all right: the rocks don’t care and will endure