Pebble in River
The cars fill the canyon of the road
like a river in spate, overflowing
into gullies. The shanty roofs
heave and surge, an unquiet sea
beside the sea, their waves
crumbling the edge of the land.
I could not see your car departing,
rolling away like the pebble
that wanders with the ebb and flow
from one long beach to the next.
I am waiting for you to return,
polished by your long journey,
your edges made less sharp,
your contours more rounded,
worn into a shape that fits comfortably
into my hand, and remains there.
November 2006
