I go through life with pebbles in my pockets Walking alone through the storms with my raincoat on Sand sinks between my toes on beaches, A cool breeze flows against my cheek under forest trees And my jacket hangs down with the weight of rocks In those big wide pockets at my sides.
I pull them out, hold them in my palm Pick out a piece of seaglass to admire in the sunlight Set aside one perfectly smooth; I'll send it skipping on the next lake I find.
Some are beautiful, Some come with cold dirt that reminds me exactly where it once laid, Some are scuffed from days, years, of scrapes and hits And I no longer remember why I picked them up at all.
But as I walk, Across regions and eons and ranges I keep some and toss some Though I'm always adding more.
The memories come with me, And day after day, I do my best To leave the heaviest stones in the miles behind I try keep my pockets light.