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February 17, 2007 / Maleesha Kovnesky

What really happened to that rock

Recently I took a rock off the beach on the Pacific Ocean.  It’s not a pretty rock; its not even a smooth or even rock.  It’s bleached white and a bit porous.  Yet pickins’ were slim so the rock went in my pocket. 

Are there any people among us who have not pondered the lifespan of rocks (Some of you will have to travel back in time farther than others for this exercise).  It’s nice to have a little piece of history.  Perhaps that rock spent its whole existence, pummeled by others and tossed around by the ocean.  Maybe it was a prehistoric mountain that was ground into the sea a long time ago.  Imagine!  This rock, or the rock you take from the shore might be older than anyone will ever really know.  And now, it’s in your pocket.

Since I was on imagination turbodrive, my head kept going.  Suddenly the image of a young boy from inner city Detroit popped into my mind.  There he was, playing on broken playground equipment and running a stick through the dead grass.  Later he was eating dinner at his aunt’s house, who he lived with.

Ok stay with me here.  Now the boy is thirty something and he has made something of himself.  He lives in California in a nice house with his wife and two daughters.  A son is on the way.  He pays one last visit to Detroit to find the neighborhood worse than it had ever been before.  Windows on the house he once lived in have been broken and their shattered remains are hidden within the grass he once played on.  He shakes his head.

Before stepping off the sidewalk and sliding into his Lexus, he notices the sidewallk.  It too it falling into pieces.  He grabs a piece of the sidewalk and tucks it into the pocket of his coat.

When he returns home to California, he makes a stop at the pier just before going home.  There is something that he has always wanted to do.  He looks around to make sure no one is watching, then he throws the piece of sidewalk out to the sea.  He throws it so far that he can’t be sure where it landed.  A little part of him feels a little bit better.  He goes home and life goes on.

A couple of years later, someone is walking the beach, looking for a rock…a rock that could be millions of years old….

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  1. pikespeakdenise / Feb 19 2007 1:42 am

    And to think I have seen the rock. Thank you for allowing me to actually touch it. I will have to show you the rock I keep in a certain coat pocket one day when I’m actually wearing said coat.

  2. cherikooka / Feb 17 2007 4:09 pm

    Bravo.

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