Concrete Sidewalk Meditation

On my concrete porch step looking at the simple pebbles,
I dig to great depths to watch the metaphors as they settle
We are like the pebbles in the concrete
Connected all by love, lust, trust, and deceit;
Set into stone way back when
We bit the fruit and chose to choose sin.
Odds and ends of shape and size but all seem to fit.
Gravel of different colors: Slate, sand, and granite,
Walked upon by thousands, eroded and worn
Some rocks chipped off and torn
Away from the others. Watch as they cloister.
Fear consumes, not seeing the sand in the oyster.
Black monsters, we call ants, force us to panic
All a fallacy we are stronger than them, just manic
As the water collects and drowns some of us.
We keep hold of memories of the past as we must
But then never let go; the water stays, recessing our surface,
Slowly we go mad only washed away as the Flood immerses
A new generation breaking through to meet the firmament,
And our lowly selves wonder if we made the slightest dent.