The pebbles

I sit on a half wall

the waves billowing

my thoughts racketeering.

I'm thinking deeply, slowly....

my thoughts, gradually fading

and then I hear them....

the pebbles

grinding against one another.

Deafening...

Defeating me...

Strong they are.

Yet so silent.

They teach a lesson,

my senses perceive.

On a daily basis,

they're crunched deeper into the soil

by feet that care not.

but they hold, away...

many a wave...

from consuming same people.

They are forgiving...

and so I'll try to be.