Prompt: Falling Stones

All my poetry is written in stone

You walk through

a field of wildflowers

and pick this stone

turning it

round and round

the sun’s warmth

reflected

against your fingers

You walk along

the high cliff

Sea birds wheeling below

Their cries lost in the wind

Carrying this stone

Loose in your pocket

Close but not touching

Missing warm touch

Smooth curves

The unexpected catch

Of rough edges

The comfort

Fitting together

So naturally

You toss this stone

Up and down

And up

And down

Touching

But not close

Up and down

And down

This stone slips

Through your fingers

Falling

Falling

Dogs in house:	Houdini, Brindle
Music	John Legend, “All of You”
Time writing	15 minutes
July word count	4,143