Kelly Everin // PEBBLE

I am just a pebble.

Humble and round,

I fit in your pockets.


You toss me around,

And step on my friends. Sometimes

you kick me.


I cannot move.

I cannot speak


I can wish.


I wish that I were a rock,

Rocks are bigger, sturdier.

They cannot fit into greedy pockets.


You cannot kick a rock.

You cannot crush their friends.

Rocks do not drown in puddles,

or fly with a slight gust of wind.


Rocks cannot fit in the palms of loving hands.

They cannot hide in small crevices.

They cannot speak,

I cannot speak either.


Rocks cannot wish.


Pebbles can wish…

I think I will just be

a pebble.