Monday, October 30, 2017

I Indulge My Imagination

I found a smooth river stone that fits my hand
when I grasp it that right way, 
with the flattened end toward my little finger. 
It’s easy to imagine it’s been handled by people before, 
who may have made use of it for years,
smashing nuts or grinding seeds
or simply noticing how soothingly it fits in the palm
when held just so 
before chucking it back into the river.


© Laura Seale, 2017

Probable rubbing stone
by Adam Daubney, via the UK's Portable Antiquities Scheme
from Wikimedia Commons

2 comments:

jean said...

Simple and beautiful poem. I like it a lot.

Brenda Beazley said...

I've held that same stone in my hand hundreds of times...