Pebbles...

There it lay, exactly there.

Completely still,

no sign of movement even.

Trampled upon by people,

kids and adults alike.

There it lay,

bearing it all,

getting pressed deeper into the rain soaked ground.

Looking at it I wondered,

was it the heavy rain of last night

that had carried it along.

Or was it the work of one of those bratty li’l kids

who had mischievously thrown it over the fence.

Was it was just my mood

making my mind wander into a puerile direction.

Or was it just another one of those routine things

that I had failed to notice before.

With each careless step

it moved in deeper and deeper.

Pushing its way through the soil

to find a place for itself in the ground

………

As I got up to leave after a few hours,

it wasn’t there where it was, was gone.

All that was left in place

was its mark on the ground.

Looking at it I wondered,

was it the wicked gardener’s eye

that had caught the pebble.

Or was it the discomfort of the pebble itself

That had made him leave for the place it deserved.