Reluctance

"Who am I?" she sings

A question her voice brings

She is a pebble.

Among many other pebbles, she sits at

the bottom of the riverbed, different

    and yet alike.

A current flips her over

She escapes the other pebbles

    and as she travels,

        through the riverbed,

    she sees all that she has not

when wedged by her peers.

She rolls down the creek.

She washes up on shore next to another pebble.

She is woman

And he is man.

Alike, and yet they are differnt,

    they do not judge each other

For the breasts of one

    and the strength of the other

For the length of each other's hair

    or the places they cover.

The judged not.

But their offspring will judge many

For they became the disease of the world

chaos a-plenty

She falls years later

    holding his hand

He falls along side her

    to turn back into sand

They weep and smile

For where they venture is holy

A land strewn with the judgeless

An accepting people

And yet we stand in chaos

Somewhat reluctant to accept fate.