Pebble Skipping Poem by Sharlie Goddard

I hold in my hand a stone,
That has never been held.
Among a million
I singled it out
Why?

Normally I look for stones
With impossible holes,
Or hope for Amber that has been rejected by the sea.
But I am holding an ordinary pebble,
Flat and grey.

I turn it over in my hand
Its cool weight fills my palm,
As my fingers curl to embrace it
I put it in my pocket.

When it is warm, and I have travelled the beach a little,
I skip it back ten thousand years
Into the sea.