Rock Collector
by ficklenotions
I carry lake-shore stones in my heart
because sometimes I get so full up with the wonder of every day,
I swear I can feel my feet begin floating
and I’ll do anything but stay.
there are other times too,
I am so profoundly filled with
nothing,
I grow certain I’d never existed in the first place.
so I’m sure riverbeds can spare their stones,
whose clacking promises to ground me
either way,
and sing me songs
that even with a heavy heart,
I’ll be ok.