I was cold and so hunger
I could have eaten stone soup,
as we zigged and zagged
our way along
the edge of Deep Cove Bay,
in drizzle rain
over and around clammy boulders
and soggy sand
– me, in nasty spirits –
for the weather was a rascal,
a pebble had hitched a ride in my boot,
and I felt a hissy fit a brewing . . .
Then, you took my hand and murmured:
it’s always the pebble in the shoe –
a little saying that we shared
and, with those words, I smiled
and let the misty grandeur of the place
float round me, like the spell of a story
as you set about putting my boot to rights
and said: I don’t know about you,
but I’m starving.
“It isn’t the mountains ahead to climb that wear you out; it’s the pebble in your shoe.”
– Muhammad Ali
notes: The prompt from Poetry Jam this week is “pebbles”.
Stone Soup is an old European folk tale in which hungry strangers come to a village with an empty pot which they fill with water and a large stone and place over a fire. The villagers are curious and ask what is being cooked and the travellers reply that they are making “stone soup”, which would be wonderful if only they had a few carrots . . . seasonings . . . potatoes, and so on. The story is an allegory about the value of cooperation.
photos: Deep Cove (bay and restaurant) District of North Vancouver – W. Bourke
© 2014 Wendy Bourke