Pebbles in your pocket

Pray upon my words like breadcrumbs

That you were out there scavenging for sentiments unfolded

On hinges like a doorway properly oiled with an elixir of movement

Not contingent upon a stranger’s arrival but free

To welcome or to exit or to bolt again on whim

The lessons of yesterdays like pebbles in a pocket

Shiny, blunt or scabbed with rusty crusts of stone

Tendrils of differences wrapped like blankets of memory

Slow and polished with inexact chemistry

Potions and motions explaining purpose in movement

Unfurled like a daily desktop calendar with inked notations

Denoted expected actions and meetings

That may or may not have ever come to fruition

But there was hope, acceptance, and growth spread upon the pages

In candor and in time based in a life expounded in flesh and blood

I wish that my smile or scent had merged in a second gripped

Like magnetized inertia to capture the momentum of sane placement

Of kindness to split the silence between my knowledge of

The pebbles in your pocket like fresh marble wrappers unsheathed

In juxtaposed inquiry like napkins dried unfolded and used

To trade secrets and wipe away the fog of normal passers by

I will give you my name, my second grade year running out to recess,

My eight year old bike ride and eleventh grade prom night,

My studies and professions of lost faith and newfound solace in inner strength

With circles of glass and carnival dances unmasked

Knowing you are ready to listen with life’s discriminating balance