I don’t like skimming the open sea. Mermaids snatch my stones.
I prefer rock pools. Calm. Collected. Free of ripples (apart from my own).
I savour every bounce. Every one.
Even the ricochets
(I love that word).
Do the stones cheer as they fly?
After millenia of shaping.
I hope so.
My soul cheers as they glide.
© Tom Tide 2016