Those brief syllables
skipping across the ocean
to land on my shore
Pebbles on window
seeking for my attention
wanting full focus
So small, a pebble,
faint noise requires listening
I almost missed it
Studying its form,
I tried to decide meaning,
purpose, and intent
Once upon a time,
I could see mountains in them;
but time, it passes
Regardless stacking,
no mountain is a pebble;
no pebble, mountain.
Still, a pretty one;
blue like a rare, English sky,
tiny like an egg
I thought to keep it,
instead, put it on the sill;
whispered a thank you
For the memories,
dreams of a pebbled mountain,
across the ocean
