A Pebble

I wrote this poem while in Spain at the end of a 800 kilometer hike that took me 30 days and wasn't sure how to express my experience until I started writing.

A Pebble

I am but a pebble in a sea of green

I sink, I float, I swim, I dive

The sea fleas and flies

The pebble sits and waits.

Time is irrelevant to the pebble

who sits and waits

for the competency of the sea.

There are other pebbles but one Sea of green.

Many say there are many fish in the sea

but the pebble knows that fish are neither here nor there.

All are peripheral to the pebble

For he knows how charmed, how favored he is by the sea.

He is no longer a pebble but a pearl in her majestic white cape.

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