Pebble

Cold night. Silent drizzle.
A pebble meditates
by the open window. I see

in her eyes
the distant stars
the motionless clouds
the solitary airplane

-- inside a girl sleeps
on her mother's lap

-- inside a husband kisses
his wife goodnight

-- inside a pilot dreams
a skylark without wings

-- inside an old man listens
alone to Bach.

Dear pebble --
let me live your life

-- without you
I cannot see to see.