A short meditative piece.
Today my soul felt like a smooth river stone.
It’s edges are round, and without catch.
The top and bottom are symmetrical, equal in distribution and heft.
I rest on the edge of a beautiful mountain river, which tumbles past me in its never ending flow.
A lad is walking along the rivers edge and after picking up and discarding several stones, he spies my (well worn and hard earned) perfection.
I feel his fingers grasp me, this middle finger traces the outside edge, and after flipping me upside down and downside up, he pauses.
A few more steps and then he holds me to his heart.
“You are going to be my world champion skip,”
he whispers a sacred and silent hopeful prayer.
Then as he secures his footing, and practices his throw, his body and mine become entwined for just a moment, I become him, and he becomes me.
Then with momentum and grace I am released across the river.
Landing on a rapid, I skip and skim across the water. I am free,
flying and then landing and flying again.
I hear his voice, “7,8,9;” and then with excitement “15,sixxxtteeennnn,” and with all my effort and joy, I urge one more skip.
Together we are world champion’s.
I hear him whooping with joy, I am now tumbling through the fast current. I see the parent rock, and finally see a niche.
It is here I settle and rest, the water and sky above.
Gravity and earth below.
And a lads memory forever in my safe keeping.