We are all pebbles
on a windswept beach,
smoothed by the waves,
warmed by the sun,
tossed in the tide.

Many shapes and colours
from many places,
formed from soft sand
or flowing magma
squeezed by time.

Carried from the depths,
sent across the miles,
we are placed together
in the delicate formation
of a new thing.

Each of us becomes
more than ourselves
as we hold each other
in precarious tension
to make a world.

This entry was posted in Poetry..

2 comments on “Balance.

  1. textiletreasury says:

    Thank you Patricia, I enjoyed this.

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