...Sands And Pebbles..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

writing smoothly
on one hand trying to get away
with the rules
of this game one does only have
to remember and
jot
like picking shells on the shore
and viewing them against the sun
gleaming
and then putting one them to your
ears
listening to that music that the
wind is
composing only for you

moving on to the other side
thoughts are emptied like the ebbing
of the waters
clearly for a while scrutinizing
what the sands and pebbles could
offer.