Writers Abroad Magazine Issue 2 March 2015 | Page 17
WRITERS ABROAD MAGAZINE
Another Pebble
A Poem by Rilla Norsland
Found a sparkling stone on a lonely path,
warmed it in my hand, slipped it in my mouth
rolled it on my tongue—brooded on its feel,
thought about our earth—all that is concealed,
dark water, solid rock, dense unyielding mass
sand and stone, bright minerals, live soil and weightless gas,
fiery churning core—tempers sand to glass,
endless time, vast pressure—crystal sprinkled heart.
Perhaps our grinding days—burdens, soundless pain
can bring to us a gleam
—pebbles in the rain. WA
Dhaka 2015
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