Tonight... <br />I have lost a bit, <br />a slice of substance <br />that will usually sustain a man, <br />and in its place <br />I have reluctantly <br />acquired <br />a pouch of pebbles <br />solid, gray and smooth <br />with rounded edges <br />that will slip <br />and slide and even swim <br />amongst the boulders <br />of the glacier's creek. <br /> <br />Buoyed by the golden rays <br />that filter through the trees, <br />it may not be enough <br />to overcome the weighty tale <br />but stones will seek <br />the comfort of the dark.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich 2<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pebbles-always-sink/
