A PEBBLE’S JOURNEY
Kelvin M. Knight
I am a mountaintop, proud to punch the sky, where lightning daren’t strike twice. That flash of blue. That flash of blue. These flashes of blue. I am uncapped.
I am a boulder rolling. I am the lead boulder, daring to go where other boulders dare not go. Spinning and wheeling, I set the pace, faster and faster, blinding others in my wake. Careening into the sea I make the hugest splash.
I am the waves above me, rippling, crashing. I am these stormy waters. I am these calm waters. I am one with this tide surging in and out, relentless and powerful.
My power erodes. As my mountain shrinks, as my waters rise, I feel the sand I am to become. This grain of sand. This speck of rock. Insignificant. Incapable. Where once I was a mountaintop. Millenia ago.
I am a rock, a home for the seaweed alive in this rock pool. I am a stone, asleep on this sandy shore. I am a pebble, peaceful and patient.
I am scooped up. I am hugged in a palm. I am admired by eyes the colour of my sea, by eyes who see the mountaintop I once was. I am understood. I am free.
Words flutter around me.
I am a prayer.