Under stones,
On this scattered beach.
The curlew turns
the infinite possibility,
lying quietly under each,
that makes a liar
of that busy life.
That says- this barren landscape
Is your forever home.
All the crunch and churning
Feet on pebbles
It does not change
The purpose of your heart.
Stand a while.
Look under pebbles.
Hold my naked hand.
I found this
Where I forgot to look.
A poem under everyone.2nd feb 2022
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