Pieces of you, I've collected;
Soothingly held - *like pebbles kept in pockets.
Never once feeling the weight,
only their sparkle**.
Talking to a friend, reminded me...
Of my curiosity when meeting a '***** by choice' nomad
(his words, not mine!) - who carried a brick with him.
I asked him, Why?
*"On cold days" he said,"I put the brick in the base of the fire,
so as the night draws in and the fire dies -
I wrap it in a towel to keep my feet warm overnight."*
Smelling Autumn bonfires as our darker nights draw in,
I think of him; With his *choice* of burden.
:)