Whatever Comes of This

Today you are
an intricately solid
mass of chiseled
granite men, achieving
every necessary
bend upon which

sitting on each
other must depend:
insensate, stoic
and immobile,
as impermeably tough
as the idea of rock.

Today you’ll
weather any shock.
Today exactly nothing
is a mist. Today
you’ll be whatever
comes of this.

.