You Should Have Seen Me Then
Free Verse
Published in
May 31, 2021
Worn smooth by
the dreaming river,
the stone is drowsy,
listless from long sleep,
and heavy against the fingertips.
Time has done her work
to change the shape,
worry away the crooks and barbs
until a single smooth toss
could send it skipping, skimming
across the glass to disappear
only the ripples whispering
a moment’s proof of life.
Deep in the stone’s heart,
though, burns a memory
of lava, its consuming fire
and belching smoke
birthright.
