there’s a drizzle
of tiny pebbles
too small
to bother anyone

they fall on his
hands, but stay
unlike the snow
that broke his heart

he tried to explain
the loss, but they wouldn’t
listen, so he
looked at the pebbles
and made a
decision

a few pebbles make
a molehill, and we all know
you can make
mountains out of
those

so he built himself
a mountain tall
taller than anyone
had seen

now they will listen
he thought
now they will
see

and he stood
at the top
proud as a Macedonian
king, awaiting
endless praise

but at the top
of that mountain
only the wind blows