Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Skipping Stones

What is it about rocks and sticks and boys?

Skipping stones along the top of the calm lake.
Big rocks.
“Flat rocks work best,” he said.
I was curious so I found a flat rock and threw it at a slant.
Plunk. It didn’t skip.

Instead, I passed the time gazing
at the surrounding pine trees, the lake, the sky.
I passed the time finger painting in the visible patch of sand and small stones.
I finger painted shapes and swirls and found joy in the moment. When I was done, I was going to take a photo and then decided not to. A few moments later, a small current caused the water to erase my sand painting. I smiled, knowing, it was best that way. 

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