THE PEBBLE

The pebble
may have been there
in my sneaker
before I started walking
on a chilly morning.

 

But it did not
make its presence known
until I was well along
the road I often take

 

I thought it might work its way
to a place less invasive

but it insisted on being known
and even seemed to grow larger
as I tried ignoring it.

 

I began to hope
that I could make it home
before tending to its extrication
from my sock.

 

There were no nearby benches —
nor even any nearby grass.

 

I was at last forced to yield
and I knelt on the road’s edge
to tend to this intruder.

 

I was so focused on the NOW
that Buddha would be proud of me.

 

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