A pebble at sea
Tossed around, ebb and flow
Scuffed by ocean floors, grated raw, rock on shells
Battered into the shape of salt water.
A pebble rolls ashore
Released from the sea‘s embrace
Encased in shivering foam bubbles
Brushed aside by sandpipers gliding high and low.
Now picked up, now on my mantel piece
Tucked away, safe from the crashing waves
No longer lost at sea.
Or was this home?
René Magritte (1898 – 1967), La Flèche de Zénon (Zeno’s Arrow), 1964, oil on canvas