in my palm
the riverstone tells me:
"i have been worn down
from the heart of a mountain,
slept long and cold during the ice ages
held my breath under millenium oceans
and out from the heart of mother earth
i was born
now i lay here in the pristine creek
washing over with water so clear
you could see me during the day --
confuse me for the moon's reflection.
as you hold me to your chest,
you cannot wear me down
i was made for you.
left to sit,
i cool to refresh you as i press against your skin
and in passing,
you lay me down
and i am warm with your heart.