Ambition

what i hold inside my pocket is just a pebble.
it is all that i have now.

i take it again put it on the table and look at its face closely
you know that it has no eyes
or hands or feet, i let it stay there as though there is only one pebble

in this universe of sands, i listen.
i let time stop for a while.

i look at the sky tonight and there are so many stars.
they are so distant you know that and you feel that

i take the pebble back in my pocket,
there will be no exchange, it is enough for my anchor
it is now my own rock.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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