We only have one head in which to fit
A universe of sorrow, pain and
Transitory happiness.
Life shrivels with each withdrawing wave and
Passing ghosts pepper the landscape of those we loved.
Childhoods ago on a distant beach
As waves came in, we crowded hilariously
On our crumbling castle.
Now egos on our planetary speck
Determine our course.
Two jet black pebbles,
Polished to minuscule perfection by a billion tides,
Bear stony witness to
The spaces between what’s hard to bear and unbearable
And will outlive our dust.
