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.