Car headlights shine on a pebble
That cracks on your windshield
Like a mystery rocket breaking up in the clear sky
Slow down, don’t cross the yellow line
It’s where you need to be, don’t expect eternity
Switch to pure fuel and feel the burn as the pebble bounces to the sea
Immersed in the soft low waves
That lap on the shoreline where minnows sleep and swim in the tides
Tides that shift and play with the colorful small pebbles in the silt and sand
The brightest ones will get taken home to sit on a shelf
The crevasse ahead is an endless finality
New things only appear
Above the crevasse where blue meets black
At the edge of the outer banks