Pebbles

Pebbles from 

the beach look

like gemstones

when they’re

wet

I fall for them

every time

The illusion

wears off

at some point

in my pocket

when

I make the short

walk home

I remember

a waking dream where

I finally held

a Rubik’s Cube

and

even carried it for

a few enchanted steps

before it

dissolved from

my gentle grip

I was five

Now

at forty four

I’m sprinting up the road