Stone Poem by Kevin Fisher-paulson

You skip as a stone across the sea
but come to rest too soon upon the sand.

You changed the earth; you changed the sky.
You changed the grip and the skin of the hand

that threw you. You shaped water into rings,
danced sunlight into that last spray

as you came to rest in the surf you found.
In your still, your quiet, you shifted the way

that we looked at the water, watched the tide,
watched the moon wait, watched the waves abide.