Pebble Beach – Betsy Bunn


The pebbles are still here, of course,
Piled up as they have been for eons-
Stone against enormous stone
Heaped on the edge of the world.

I like to think
that giants once played ball with these rocks          
or marbles, or bowling-          
Maybe a round or two of bocce ball.         
Perhaps they built a fort
With all the ocean for a moat,           
And seals like loving Labradors.

The rocks are silent now-
No sound except the laughter of the gulls against the sea.
We balance here like toys
And watch the farther islands rise
As the tide goes out.

Betsy Bunn
September 2010