Orphaned Pebbles

Orphaned Pebbles by Odin Roark Atop so many ebbs and tides Have I ridden Beneath the roil and tumble Have I survived Now at last A fling of wave and wind Rests me among found safety A pebble blanket High upon the shores At the foot of your magnificence How very long ago it seems Your mountain spire A shudder A quaking shift My security split open The severed shards The razor chips Cascading into the sea We were all lost Flung from your fortressed castle Destined to drift And tumble In watered darkness But you… After your fathoms-deep eruption Did heal Ocean did soothe Sunlight did transform Devastation into vegetation Your island survived Your knife-edged spirit In spite of severed shoulders and face Became a frozen echo of resilience Your ancient imagination made beautiful its scarring Its many cave-like eyes held firm the watch Your beard of tangled vines continued its reach far below Across a rotund belly of scree and sand How peaceful this inlet shore Where briny caresses have protected And made available your pebbled orphans Who returned So… Here we are Waiting patiently the next adventurous child Looking to select Gather Sort And cherish one of your surviving kin As the sun dries my polished continuance I wonder if the journey will find new transport To window pane Cigar box Perhaps an aquarium Placed among other friends of the deep Though… I’m hoping to become A pocket buddy That’s the best Don’t you think? To be a warm companion To a boy like the one hovering over me now He’s leaning down…