Hypotheses: Rolling like a pebble Along the uneven sidewalk....

Rolling like a pebble
Along the uneven sidewalk.
Abandoned like the boat I saw drifting in the stream,
With no ores to guide me back to being.
Being who;
Who I am
When the fire inside me fuels my feet to gallop
Across the dirt filled path,
The horses used to gallop here.
The beauty used to be alive.
But now, now
It’s an uneven sidewalk.

My knee extends
My shins stretch
My ankle refuses to flex as my toes stretch,
To the pebble you chase as it rolls down the
Cement

2 Apr 2011