A Father's Voice
Boy at the lake's shore
skims flat stones on its surface
cups each oval
how fast can he throw?
to chart the toss mechanics of an arc
to chase the horizon in pebble leaps
His father's voice, an inward echo
"That's it son, skip the stone with velocity!"
"Release, spin, stabilize."
"You know this lake well enough."
Seven or eight stone skips
that nip small waves
to a bloated plop
he searches for the next right stone
its weight easy to handle
varies his grip
Can he do more in an altered state?
A boy who knows what displaces gravity
what sinks below the surface
into the lake's darkness, the deepest kind
to find his soul's reprieve
when the script shifts
when tears curl in the corners of his eyes
for a lost voice that displaces the velocity
of self
Poem composed August 1/21
For Anthony Biaanco
Contest: Stones
Copyright © Brian Sambourne | Year Posted 2021
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