Little Bird

Pere Redux

 Pere’ Redux 

I am a stone worn flat and smooth,
with endless rolling along the ocean floor,
Long years have left my edges ovate,
tossed towards the passionate shore;
Picked up and carried carelessly,
in the hand of a wild-eyed boy;

to be skipped several trifling times
across foreshortened waves;
returning to the oblivion of aquamarine,
beginning inexorably, all over again,
the scuttling tumble of wave action
being further reduced and rounded.

Implacable beatings of waves on the beach,
Relentless, percussive, hypnotic;
Elusive, beckoning, just beyond reach,
Subtle, possessive, symphonic.

Last night I dreamed a dream of you,
It was a dream of sand and grass;
My days of stone washed back and forth,
by currents of chance, removing direction;
Pressed on and tumbled tirelessly,
towards a shore alluring, endlessly receiving;

And taken to be warmed and dried in your arms
as a worn, weary, smooth, flat stone,
That you lay beneath your head
on a stretch of ramshackle beach,
Under a weak and fading sun,
still finally received and unremarked.

J LR6.16.09