“Just look around,” the instructor said.
“Find something that speaks to you.
The sandy orange beach,
the tall pine on the
green-brown outcrop of land.
Here. Watch me.
Make a telescope of your hand.”
So I followed his direction,
but the beach was void of life
and the tree stood, solemn and alone.
Then . . . I saw two rocks
begin their morning swim—
or so they said to me.
The smaller stone ran fast ahead
of its shadow fallen just behind
and looking back a crevice smiled
on the greater boulder by his side
wading in, slow and deep.
The sun was gold and purple-green
playing catch in shadows on the pond
and those two rocks
they stayed that day,
long after we were gone.
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