The salt gave out this morning,
the last few grains
evacuating the shaker,
like the pen that refused to write last week
after countless notes and reminders,
grocery lists, and underlined passages—
the cumulative, quotidian uses
that consumed it.
These undetected, unobserved
metamorphoses from fullness to vacancy
are lessons in incrementality,
creeping imperceptibly
until one day, they reach a destination
or is it destiny?
And so we learn, often too late,
that the biggest movements,
life’s tectonic forces and erosions
come about in the smallest of increments.