Tuesday, 21 September 2010

If I were a pebble

If I were a pebble
all day I’d lie on the shore
and listen to ripples
froth and fall.
I’d close my eyes and wonder
how many like me
the ocean was rubbing together,
smoothing our speckled, hard skins.
But gazing up at the night
I’d laugh how the moon dropped anchor,
splashing stars into millions
and never a one sprinkled down.
“Hello, little pebbles,” I’d call.
“How’s the water up there?”
and dream the sky was our mirror
we swam in upside down.
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