Heather

Pebbles

Footsteps track
the space and time
between engagements
from confine
to confining edge:
back and forth,
intersecting
in a roil along
blazed trails:

scattered pebbles
of comfort spit
back the sun:
levels of meaning
telescoped into masses
of matter wait
to be comprehended,
sometimes obtruding,
rarely bitter:

there is no apparent
enmity towards devices
like fish-eye lenses
when rooted in dust,
because the pebbles
can wait: and one
absorbed vibration
(even if distorted)
swears by the rest,

all rubble
among the weeds
at the writing.