I threw a pebble in the sea today
and watched it roll and tumble in the waves.
Control is not my own, it seemed to say-
this is the way a pebble tossed behaves.
Just like a stone I stumble through my days,
so lost above the earth, beneath the sky.
I’m anxious and confused by pebble ways-
the questions rage within, I still ask why.
But I must catch my breath, as well I might-
enjoy the rolling motion of the tide,
the shush and lull of sea-song in the night
and to the salty water loss confide.
No need to fight the motion, I am free,
embraced by life with total buoyancy.
