[An older one from ‘The Pebble’ series]

 

The pebble looked aghast at the surrounding boulders

Intimidated, slouching, hindered

There was nothing to which he could be compared

Certainly nothing he shared with the immense rocks

Though he was of similar color

Though he was of similar density

He was not shapely

He was not gargantuan

The pebble watched them brood and rumble, intrepid against all winds and rain

The pebble was swept back and forth

Warmed by the sand and dirt that gathered up along its surface

The pebble peaked out from the ground until the rains would come again

Eroding the dirt and gravels

Washing the pebble around the rock encampment

The boulders, unwavering and stalwart, simply let the pebble bounce around them

The pebble wished it was stationary, sentinel, dauntless

But it was but a speck

Great ruins are cleared of such nonsense

Swept free, the detritus pebbles float and burrow away

 

The prestigious do not notice that which obscures them

Alas! The specks do obscure…

“The pebble in the eye will not go unnoticed”

“The pebble becomes the boulder”

 

But could that ever be the way of this pebble?