Pebble Thoughts

Tossing small stones
into the quiet glassy surface
of the pond my breath has born,
each missile spent as a thought
from my inner quarry,
splashing its fleeting glory,
lasting as my memories.

Little waves rolled
through tangential flows,
seeing in the waters
how sorrow's rocks of my life
drop among
my reservoir desires
disrupting its calm.

Feeling immersed
beneath the surface
where I swim free
from grainy agitating moments
left on forgiveness's sand.

Washed in the silent resolve
not to let what ripples my essence
drown me from sailing
where pebbles become an altar
instead of a boulder in my heart.