Pebbles In the Way
My #16 for National Poetry Month
i kick aside the biggest,
hoping that each step will plant firmly.
but sand is tricky.
its colors, pieces of eyes,
left over from the collision of stars
that we failed to name
in thought's infancy.
we pattern them on the dust of dreams,
forged by star's death.
folds itself down
finds a compactness
that brings me to my feet again.
I want the dust to settle
but my feet don't know the way home
without the chaos.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015