Monday, May 23, 2005

Today's Free Flow

The Pebble---started on 3-18-05

Each day this pebble grows smaller, closing in around me, and thickening the air.

The stars here are like key holes out through eternity I stare.

And some days I look out theses eyes like I’m looking through prison bars.

Walking the pebble like I’m walking prison yards.

The pebble pushes up the harder I push down.

So I’ve learned to tread tenderly over this rugged ground.

It’s a rut that I walk ‘til my feet are sore.

A place to put my foot where my foot has been before.

Until the day the pebble mixes with the clay no more night and no more day.

4 comments:

Chris Etling said...

pick the pebble up for heavens sake... save the thing!!!!!!

Mike said...

is the pebble you speak of a metaphor for marriage?

Eric said...

Paul is the Walrus and the pepple is the earth. So, Mike, you're wrong. Extinguish your tourch; you're the newest member of the tribal council.

Mike said...

sorry guys. i may not be artistic enough for some of these post.