Skipping Stones

Skipping Stones I went to an interview with a nervous heart, My mind racing agile, my thoughts all apart, I paced and I fretted, I worried and stewed, But then I saw a skipping stone and my mood improved. I picked it up and held it tight, Feeling its smoothness, its weight just right, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, And imagined the stone skipping across the skies. I pictured it gliding across the water, Each skip is a reminder to focus harder, To let blare of worries, to release stress, And just be present at this moment, no less. With each skip of the stone, my mind grew clear, My nerves settled down, my confidence appeared, I walked into that interview with a calm and steady pace, And I knew that I had found my auspicious place. So now whenever I feel anxious or stressed, I remember that stone and how it brought me rest, I abide a deep breath and let my worries fly As a stone sliding grasp, find truth in any way.