William Kofoed Poet Free verse

Skimming Stones

Looking down I can see
	so many different possibilities
wondering which I shall pick
	and with it then what I shall see

smooth pink stone with pits of white
	will it fit in my fingers just right
that I might flick it with the crack like a whip
	to get the perfect gyroscopic spin

has it mass that it might fly
	many times as it skims
kissing upon the water where
	ripples will spread in growing rings

or perhaps a kidney shape
	bisected by a streak of white
bigger that more power might have
	that longer then might be its flight

wonder I at a stone oblong
	black and white and quite small
perhaps it's basalt mixed with lime
	would it then keep its spin

here a stone with finger notch
	of dark gray with salmon swirls
somehow draws and holds my eye
	I want it not into the water to fling

so many lie here from which to choose
	gold and salmon  grays black and white
smooth and round or angles tight
	I wonder which to give flight
as I lay in dark of night
	waking from the fading dream
with bleary eyes upon the clock to gaze
	to see the minutes slip away

slip do I from fading dreams
	into the night awakening
with hours long before the dawn
	seeking sleep that alludes me

'tis there meaning that I should
	deeper thoughts into which to plunge 
hidden meanings for me to find
	or just confusion of fading dreams

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