Pebbles Weighting at a Waterfall by Micah Shapiro

Pebbles scattered at a waterfall
Feel each other without skin
hear each other sitting silent
Cool air washes over them, filling
in betweens and rippling through
open space, reaching out to touch
like silk sand

The line between stone, river, and
sky is soft.
The earth beneath my feet wanders
like a great river, flows and gurgles
in the mindless /formless
turning
piling
rushing
weighting
It hurtles towards a cascade
A crashing climax of white
splashing water, bright with
the life of a runner mid stride,
of a baby’s first flying scream
that floods the air

That’s where I stumbled upon
these pebbles

Standing serene above the drop
Amid crashing earth and billowing air
They weight, humble and constant
At that sublime precipice
the lines between run smooth