Monday, October 9, 2017

A Single Stone


While sharing 
my desires and gratitudes
within these lines,

perhaps 
you have come 
to know me.

But who are you
when you enter
these poems?

And before you leave,
is there a single
shiny stone


you would like to pick up?
And after it glistens briefly
in your palm,



will you put it in your pocket
and carry on with your day,
and be pleased this evening
when you find it again?

And be surprised
by the warmth
it has attained
from your body?

Reminding you
of treasure,
this simple pleasure
of a single stone.

More permanent
than mere words
left to linger
on a forgotten shore.


© 2017 Richard Havenga


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