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STONES

Candice James

Copyright 2008

When I was a child

I used to walk toward the ocean with expectation.

I used to listen to her subtle sounds.

I would walk the beach listening to her music.

When it became too beautiful

I would search the shoreline for stones.

I would carefully screen each stone

Almost to the point of interviewing them.

I chose only to pick the smooth flat ones that would skip.

When a stone skips over the water

It spends more time up in the air than on the surface.

I’m not a child anymore.

I’m an adult now and,

I’ve become very much like the stones

I used to so carelessly skip,

More out of my element than in it.