The Pebble

The water shone with silver light;
my shadow edged an unknown lake
clasped a pebble
reddish, gray
then released and watched
it hit the sway
of murky water.

Circles danced from a tiny
stone spreading to edges
all unknown
lapping upon
a soft, dry shore
seeping in sand and grass and more.

My shadow turned to walk away
but paused and bowed
as if to say,
I humbly accept this pebble in hand
and the unknown depths
and shores and sands
that lap the water it spread this night.

Let it bring light.