PEBBLES

They kept falling –

Pebbles - in the lake –

Making circles smooth-expanding

Around gulping dips,

Lapping each other’s make. 

As they cease

The sounds retreat.

In silence, the lake is an expanse

Of flickering sense

From a ceremony just recessed.

The pebbles rest

Sunk fathoms deep

Shaking loose musty bottom-dust.

They'll soon cool and

Gather a full and sated chest:

Those stones that scraped the sunbaked banks.