I plucked a rock from a mountain
I wrapped it in forgotten ribbon from 9 years ago- a piece of a beautiful bouquet, long gone.
I walked down stairs and through sand.
I walked the same path. I saw the same fence that’s on a picture in your room.
A woman walked near me, she threw a stick for her dog.
I took a deep breath- I’m holding my teddy bear.
And I threw the stone- my own one sided version of fetch.
The ocean enveloped the stone.
The stone that sat on top of the world now sits a bit closer to the bottom.
But it’s safe.
And I always preferred the ocean.