Sometimes life
like a ton of bricks:
is a load like rage to bear
cream of the earth
why are the spumes
of earth sucked dry?
we are made of earth and sea
and all the good things

except patience

polished and wind-worn
aren't we all pebbles?
and then let go?
time will sort it out
our skeletons
show no signs of fear
investigate my soul
you will find
it bears your name