what wave could have carried you here?
an old tree twice the length of a telephone pole.
how long did you drift?
now without bark,
polished and smooth from your time at sea.
what storm threw you ashore?
or maybe the hand of god?
it plucked you from the salty waters
placed you gently in a crevasse 
running the length of this stone ledge
those made by glaciers ages ago.
did god take pity on you?
did god think,
‘ok, enough now, go and rest.
let the sun dry you til you’re bleached white.
let the air take the water,
the weight you have carried.
rest here…
rest.