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Rest
On a jumbled pile of rock
I dropped a stone
Gravity called
It leapt into a gap
I listened to it tumble
Down through the jumble
Responding to random chance
Clink clink, clink
I never heard it come to rest
Maybe it tumbles yet
And maybe like it
I will never come to rest
I dropped a stone
Gravity called
It leapt into a gap
I listened to it tumble
Down through the jumble
Responding to random chance
Clink clink, clink
I never heard it come to rest
Maybe it tumbles yet
And maybe like it
I will never come to rest
Published 17th Apr 2023
Author's Note
A poem prompted by sitting on a rock in a broken jumbled rock strewn landscape. I dropped a pebble and I never heard it stop - it was terrifying that maybe there was nothing below me just a jumble.
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