Not all pebbles are in focus,
not all dreams are still there when you wake,
not all memories retain their luminosity, because life would be too easy if everything were perfect that way.
The river that once ran here now is just a creek;
the water flowed to other places or else it just evaporated. Everything eventually soaks into the earth.
The ground is only worth
the dirt in which it’s vested; everything else is rocks or whatever cells begot— the trees and people and all their thoughts.
Life is a river drying up;
nothing flows forever,
but the pebbles beneath which the water ran
will lie upon the earth as long as it exists— but because of space and time, nothing is for certain and so rocks remain a sound investment;
these pebbles are just penny stocks. (Photo: @joshisaacsphotography—thx for the #inspiration. #poetry #poem #pebbles #finance #metaphors #reflection #contemplation #nature #rocks)