Pebble

Once I was a pebble
a clean scuffed-boy
glassy laying
between water grains or

more or less cosily
in the current

I merged into
bounced without sparkles

no beginning today
tomorrow no ending
constantly polishing
and being round
melting together
with time

till I, pebble

eventually
have disappeared
in nothing.

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere
22/10/2014