concrete conceit by allison brigden

​Glistening limestone
Crushed in modernity’s maw
Churned with 
sand that yearned to be glass
gravel that was born a mountain
Whisked with water, in which
trilobites trolled, that
quenched Antarctic deserts, and
washed away sins, now
Ignites a reaction
arresting dust to stone.
 
Glistening so--
it could be wet yet.
 
The bleached block beckons
My boot arcs through atmosphere
intent on testing new ground
I don’t know what to wish for
my sole soul vacillates--
Make your mark
Leave no trace
Make your mark
Leave no trace…
 
In the end, I laugh at my follied footfall
Destiny already declared
The sidewalk, already set.