just once

I'd like to find

an idea

like a river-smooth

stone,

warm and round and perfect--

no pann

       ing

required;

no sweat

        ing,

digg

        ing



just the sweet fit of it

in the crook of my finger

and the sure arc of

my sidearm trebuchet elbow,

flinging it away from me



and skip

        skip

            skipp

                 ing away,

leaving spreading concentric ripples

on the glassy surface

of the world.
04/16/2008
Posted on 04/16/2008
Copyright © 2026 Jon-Jacob F Deal

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Linda Fuller on 07/02/10 at 06:19 PM
popped up randomly - skipping it into my favorites...
Posted by Kristine Briese on 06/14/11 at 03:30 AM
Oh, gorgeous, and somehow chilly.