The Current

The past twelve months

I've been a pebble 

Drifting in the sea. 

Floating at the surface then being violently turned around: 

Disoriented and unaware and 

Dizzy. 

The current will stop for a second, 

Long enough for me to sink

Down down down.

I'm never going to leave this spot in the sand, I think.  I'm never going to 

See the surface again. 

But then I do. 

The current always brings me back to the 

Surface again.