Voyage of the Skipping Stone

Voyage of the Skipping Stone ~ I hold you in my hand – A skipping stone – Cradled flat against my palm Perfect roundness Dark hues, born of fire and ice, smoothed by tidal dances Of the moon enchantress and waves. You, cool yet warm, Fit into that hollow in my hand Resting somewhere between thumb and fingers I feel your full anticipation when they close Tight against your touch. A quiet skipping stone that lay among other stones – Not round nor full cheeked – Waiting, camouflaged among the jagged granite And fool’s gold bedazzling obsession Wearing the silhouette of a smile Winking now pulling my eyes into the quest. You nestle into the curvature of my palm Cocked within my index finger Molded to its bends As if the two grew as twins from birth Stone and finger one. I wonder of your flight – Bouncing broad footsteps leaving ripples on the water’s face – Short spinning heavy strides that crash into frothy waves – Falling in homecoming with other skipping stones Embryonic beneath the crystal christening tides Waiting, rising up, to fly again. Your nascent voyage remain unseen - Plucked from prophecy, celebrations of hope’s aspiring flights - When fingers release the perfect smooth skinned stone Cast in a primal round of flight from shore returning To hidden coves beneath the sea swellings among nautilus. 8-11-21 Contest: Stones Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco