If I was a pebble

If I was a pebble on the beach,
one of a million, billion, trillion -
drifting in the tide, 
scattering and clattering as waves came rushing by,
If I was just an ordinary bit of rock
colourless, small, and blind
Would you see me laying at your feet
As you went walking by?

If you were the kind of Noun,
who walked the beach, in wonder and in thought,
Who liked to be Alone
 and blissful with each dawn,
Would you find me there in all that crowd?
Would you stop and pick me up?

If I were a little pebble 
Soft, and silky-smoothed by time,
would I fit inside your palm?
would I somehow comfort you to hold
-as you comfort me with keeping?
Would you put me in your pocket, 
After you turned me round and round
And tossed me up and down?


If you were the kind of Being
who kept small things by rote
and studied them every now and then,
Would you carry me
In your hand?
Or maybe inside your pocket -
Tucked away and hidden 
So that I might hear you murmur,
from time to time. 
I wouldn’t mind the darkness then,
I wouldn’t mind the blind,
If I was in your pocket.
-Kerri Lynn