Reflections

White clouds and blue

skies reflect in calm

waters stretching before me.

I reach down and pluck

from the depths a smooth stone

shaped into current form,

moved to current place,

by countless pushes and pulls.

A flock of gulls billows

above and behind, obscuring

sun for a short while.

Shade, shifting as leaves

in trees, offers respite

from heat. The birds move on

(knowingly); all mirrored

in endless blue.

Winds blow; from stillness,

motion. Roused waves

suck sands (distant relatives

of stone, of bird, of me)

from around and beneath my submerged

feet. I release the stone,

and with a soft splash

it continues on its way.