The Pebble

Errant fingers

Like a poorly

Supervised child

Bring back a pebble

To an incurious

Eyesight.

It has a description

Probably

But it is dusty

And therefore

Nondescript

Lying inert

In the palm.

Placed down

And a little water

Spilled

Gently over it

It seethes

Into life

Veins flare

And it

Becomes plump

With colour

And glows

With good health

As if it could

Become

A rich, lustrous

Marble

With varnished

Depths.

Close inspection

Into

Apprehension

Brings other

Vivid worlds.