10 February 2011


I’ll sit myself down with a cup of tea
and I’ll sift through
the pebbles of my life.

I'll hold them up to the light,
these little reminders
that I’ve collected
and carried with me.
Selected on their worth,
some match
some create a set
and some stand out
in a subtle radiance.
I’ll forget their weight
and remember
the point wasn’t to collect pebbles
wasn’t to carry them.
There’s nothing to be done with them
no sculpture to build
and no value in their selling
but only in their sharing.

And someday
when the sun is setting
I’ll sit to rest
and never again rise
into a pile of pebbles
to be scattered
and carried on.

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