Found From a crowded beach you pick
this one – or this one looks up at you.
One of millions, one alone.
Wave upon wave has moved it
to this shore you walk today.
You turn its smooth weight
in your hand, as it settles and warms.
You notice its form, its shadow and shine,
the briny birth smell of its mystery.
You make a nest in your pocket,
somehow a comfort to think of it there,
your stone. You take it home.