Timothy Hicks Poet Prose Poetry

Riding On the Coattails of a Pebble

The universe revolves around patterns and numbers.
Like an insomniac knowing not the meaning of the word slumber.
To say it's a big place would be a gross understatement.
If it were a face we'd be living on a farthing of a freckle,
a speck within a speck, in a weak attempt at communicating
with other fellow specks.
So where does that leave us,
being little more than dust riding on the coattails of pebble?
In the grander scheme of things
are we just the byproduct that some entity imagined one day
from a place both incredibly near and far, far away?
One who is a whiz at math no doubt...
Just look at the population,
how in it's in a constant state of progressive multiplication,
born into a world yet only to be divided into petty categories:
White, black, brown, yellow,
short, tall, slim, fat,
Asian, Caucasian,
European, Indian,
Yugoslavian, Brazilian.
It's a wonder we are recognized at all
living on this ball within a greater ball.
You wonder who holds the strings
or if we're all just windup toys;
alive and exciting for a time
only to run into the last gear,
the last programmed function.
Just what in the world are we doing here?
The universe may practice it's progressive multiplication
and subsequent division. That doesn't bother me.
What I personally like to do is find the GCD (greatest common denominator)...

... the fact we live and breathe. Ears to hear and eyes to see. So pick up the pieces... we have a long way to go if we can ever hope to solve this puzzle.

Though we may be a speck within a speck
riding on the coattails of a pebble, rejoice
with me. That you ARE, that you BE.

Take a good long look
at what surrounds you. It is much more than
it appears.
I don't know all the answers, but I do believe
we have a purpose here.



For the Nationality Contest.

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Mahtab Bangalee May 22, 2019 at 5:21 AM great writings and thought to provoke

Audrey Haick May 20, 2019 at 11:27 PM Good food for thought, Timothy. It's been too long! Miss reading your wonderful poetry. Hope you're doing well! I have not been here in awhile as you may see....maybe soon I will be back. Take care. Great writing as usual. Annalise~*~

Timothy Hicks May 20, 2013 at 5:18 PM Thanks for all the awesome feedback y'all! I've been watching a lot of Touch so it got my brain thinking... he he he.

Caleah Buil May 20, 2013 at 10:08 AM This was really good! There's so much that we still don't see or understand, but it's the things we DO that makes us human. We are a piece of dust, yet we manage to do so much. The universe and it's workings...well, let's leave that to the scientists. Lol!

Ilene Bauer May 19, 2013 at 9:37 AM i love your title and the way you've described the "greatest common denominator" in all of us - there's a lot of wisdom in this poem and i very much enjoyed reading it.

Richard Lamoureux May 19, 2013 at 8:11 AM We most certainly do have a purpose, God even knows the number of hairs on our head so all aspects of us are important to him. I am sure what is going on between our ears is of even greater importance to him. We are so much more than dust and extend well beyond the dust which makes up our bodies. Great Poem!