Stone

smooth round stone

how random is this

the inlet

the edge

of the

tide

all those millennia

glaciers

and icy seas

the long waiting

picking

you out

of the salt water

flying

you home

meditating

together

each

morning's

first light

simplicity

the appearance

of the one world

of nothing

at all

how

inevitable

were these spirits

these guiding hands

completing us

bringing

us

together