I stepped outside myself
and I saw the ring of pebbles circling my heart –
blue ones from winter
and red ones from when you left me behind.
It was as if I was two people at once –
little me that knew not your name
and big me, limping in the dark,
collecting pebbles to map out your path.
You were mad with power
and I was blind with delight –
Ahab has to go hunt down his Great White
The ocean knows this song,
of pebble on pebble,
rain drop on rain drop,
and Ahab breaking his heart.
So I flew the white flag and slowly,
slowly, I started ripping the circle apart,
pebble you, pebble me,
the ocean swirls with delight,
the Great White awaits her tribute –
a string of pebble hearts
to mill into dust
while Ahab sails Pequod
on dry lands.
The whale breathes life with my heart –
too rough to turn into dust –
while the ocean whirls with delight
and Ahab stones his own heart.