Today on an early summer beach

I could be found collecting pebbles

My linen bag was soon full

Of pebbles of many colours

But one gathered my attention

More than all the others

It was small pebble less than an inch across

That possessed a hole through which I could

See the sea in all its blue splendour

I was also able to retrieve forgotten words

From the vacancy of my recent past

 

Red Poem Number Five