Poetry Tuesday

A bit of Norman MacCaig on a slow Tuesday to accompany a technically poor photo of my son which I really like for reasons I can't explain...

Small boy

He picked up a pebble
and threw it into the sea.

And another, and another.
He couldn't stop.

He wasn't trying to fill the sea.
He wasn't trying to empty the beach.

He was just throwing away,
nothing else but.

Like a kitten playing
he was practicing for the future

when there'll be so many things
he'll want to throw away

if only his fingers will unclench
and let them go.