The first pebble moves alone
but on its first bounce
it moves three more pebbles
which each dislodge
a few more
until the whole hillside rattles
and stones tumble down
echo across canyons
become the news of the moment
the chain of sound much longer than
each pebble’s arc
So may our love be
the news of the moment
its course inciting many more
Its sound
insistent drumming
rousing many more hearts
to fall in bouncing abandon
into the depths of love.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 17, 2011
July 17, 2011