Briskly traveled from river to road
lines smoothed and grooved
etched a story on you

How ever could it be
that you made your way to me
You made your imprint
inside of me

A collection of stones is all we really have
Gathered where estuaries meet
along our path

Some stay forever
engrained into our being
Some are just along for a ride
waiting
listening

Love every stone
collected along the way
Celebrate the day when we are able
to throw them back
from whence they came