Three heart-shaped stones

then a heart-shaped boulder

reminders to use mine more

                         *

Pocked and deformed rocks

not smooth round ones

called my name tonight

                        *

When was the last time

you caressed your own cheek

with a cold flat stone?

                         *

Overwhelmed by ocean of rocks

my eyes could not see

beyond the now

                        *

With pockets full of rocks

I had to re-learn

dancing, leaping, flying

                      *

Their colors grabbed me

from every direction

begging to be adored

                     *

I tried to take stones home

but their wailing families

made me put them back

                    *

Heart-shaped boulder

cradled in my arms—

who knew hearts could be so heavy?

                   *

“More rock than cloud”

my prayer all week

and here they are, grounding me.