a poem by

Laura Anne Heller

It is a pebble in a pocket.

Take it out every day to see

that it has gathered no lint.

Carry it until you’re ready.

Throw the pebble down the mountain.

Watch it tumble down calling to

other pebbles, rocks and boulders

to roll with it down the mountain.

Know once it was just a pebble.

Something you had created, nurtured.

People will see and feel and hear

the avalanche as they stand in

their old silent streets to listen,

or sit on their couches to read,

gather in their classrooms to watch…

It is up to them as to what they do next.

It was once a pebble in a pocket.