..... skipping stones .....

Thinking of you
this morning
my brain
that fine line
'tween crazy
and sane,

In bed
in the dark
computer screen glowing
once more
I'm wondering
where I am going,

A dozen things
here on
my plate
things to do
some
that can't wait,

Or so it seems
contrived
urgency
but sometimes life
is not
what we see,

It's more what we feel
in our loins
and our bones
out by the lake
we're skipping
stones,

In the warm
summer sun
wearing just skin
I love that feeling
outside
and in,

We each find a flat one
that perfect
smooth rock
cock our arms back
aim for
the mark,

Laughing we throw
one two three
four
five six seven
and then one more,

We hug each other
exchange
a kiss
you call me Mister
I call you
Miss,

Warm in the heat
of the
afternoon sun
the moon is rising
by the time
we are done ...