A Stone’s Throw Away

“Find the perfect stone”

I say, as the sun meets us

halfway. It glitters,

still unknown to us, unaware

that in a moment, it will be hurtling

towards the water — skimming,

and skipping along,

one, two, three times!

and then a fourth,

until it hits the stillness,

dislodged —

yet victorious.

Joining the others

that too, have come this far.