I am a pebble
I sit here and watch
people walk over me
and I travel from road to road
underneath the soles
of a tiny girl's
light-sketchers.
I watch the starts from different perspectives
when a heavy breeze
blows me to a new place to call home.
When i get amongst the fields,
i am lonely.
I sit and wait
either for a friend or to soon leave again.
Ive watched things i've never wanted to observe.
such as people
who seem to never get along
and children
who take after the character
of these vulgar people
walking this vulgar world.
But I—
I am just a pebble.
i sit here and watch.