April 29, 2012

A Pebble Washed Ashore

One little pebble, that’s all

just one little pebble I saw

a little pebble is not a big pebble

no weight, no heft, nor credible

An unusual shape, round on one side, flat on the other - it wanted to nestle down into the sand, but it rolled and tumbled with each wave that came along. and to skim across the water was impossible, it fell with a little plop

it was ready to stay
just wanting to sway

but it rolled and flopped
when a wave lifted up

In the turmoil of winter, in the heat of the summer, and in the rain of the spring 
and fall

the little pebble was stuck

at the hands of a waves beck and call

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