PICK UP A PEBBLE BY FIONA CUMMINGS

PICK UP A PEBBLE

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

Like a pebble on the beach

  Trampled on

Burnt in the sun 

Washed away out of reach

Strong rocks

Solid blocks

Smashing

Crashing

Waves of unforgiving salt

Deafened waters don’t hear halt

Big strong rocks come to a point

Broken where was once joint

Now floating onto the sand

Pick one up in the palm of your hand

Then skim it across the jade ocean

The mixing bowl of life’s potion

That we don’t understand

What is beneath?

The Great Barrier Reef

The sea bed

Wrecks now coffins for the dead

A pebble parted from its base

Left without a trace

Depleted   

Defeated

Turning into sand

Swishing towards another land

Next time you are walking

 With soft sand under your feet

Look to the golden sheet

Among the shells and kelp

What is left are pebbles turning to welk

All kinds of weather

Gusts cause such wither

 Dry sand to feet a splinter

Pick up a pebble

Learn of its journey

It’s not just rubble

To me I see purity

Something that if could tell a tail

Of the enormous blue whale

Or the majestical dolphin

Perhaps the drinking sailor laughing

Who has walked over that pebble?

Were they in danger? Some kind of trouble?

Why have they come to your coast to settle

There is something so warm about a stone on the sand

Soothing just to hold in your hand

You may complain of your feet hurting

 On sunny days the stones are like fires a burning

But I see more than a rebel

When I pick up a pebble

 

Copyright Fiona Cummings 2015