Friday, January 17, 2014

Song of Pebbles


A choir of pebbles
BerryPointRoad
in the bleachers of the beach
stare and invite incoming waves of a tide going out
—a cold sea briny baptism.

Ocean's white velvet snakes around their bellies and
they sing their crackling vowels in minor keys
accompanied by wind.

What wickedness weighs
on their conscience, stoned
on pain of immortality they should subject themselves
to this?

Unafraid they lean into one another, sing
and submerge,
they sing and submerge
and fill the air along the beach
with their trumpet souls.

(First published in Shoreline: Water Poems (CUC 2007))

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