Mused/inspired by 'If only for a Moment' by Devon Brock

I'm a cliché, a subtle curve in the great cycle of life.
I hold the same importance in the grand scheme of things
as a drop of water or a grain of sand,
somehow autonomous
yet an integral part of an ocean,
or a monolithic mountain boulder,
a particle of mist in a hurricane
What next?
Perhaps we take the form of a hybrid,
a salt crystal,
or a fleck of dust traveling on the wind.
In any case,
we'll be back.