Poem by R.M. Dolin
The Pebble on Your Path
The distance calls me close
but I dare not come
on account of it
maybe might be Coyote
disguised as fate
seductively whispering why
everything happens for a reason.
“Have I always been pathetic?”
I pose to the elder piñon
who’s witnessed way more
winters than springs.
“Ironic you think so,” he stoically states,
feeling the fickle fingers of fate
comb through withered needles
of fading evergreen.
“When a pebble’s put on your path,
only the movement to motion matters.”
While his riddle runs rampant,
truth remains a cautious curation
failing to foreshadow
how someone like me,
tells someone like him,
about someone like you.
I love you like light piercing
the canopy of my darkness,
a santuario for my soul,
the quiet divinity of dawn
conjuring reticent remnants of
what gets forced into our past
to breathe hope into happiness,
leaving my anxious heart to quietly whisper,
as it always does,
“am I worthy of being loved?”
From the R.M. Dolin novel, “An Unsustainable Life – The Book of Darwin.” Fate’s manipulating Darwin’s uncertainty. He loves Anna but can’t be in love with her; not yet at least, maybe later, maybe never? Either way, waiting through his uncertainty seems too harsh a punishment. He accepts people are put in his life for a purpose but is Anna here to help him or vice versa? As Darwin journeys down his redemption road, he allows himself to wonder if what he and Anna share can build toward lasting romance; that’s the pebble in his path. December 10, 2025
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