i lie on my stomach,
on damp green grass
next to my son
our arms resting on granite rock
still warm
from the sun's passing
i stare into the clear water of the pond
down past the great big lilypads
down past the koi, on sentry duty
down to the rocks rounded and smooth
that lie on the bottom, some covered with
algae beards and mustaches,
some bald
and shiny, pale
and deathly white
as tho the sun ignores them
some with messages
in  the secret script of water snail scribes
none perfect  
all marred or mis-shapen in some way
but together
they are a natural mosaic,
incredibly  beautiful
and
somewhat mesmerising