(2nd week of Nov 2020)

Skipping Stone

I realized today
was the day after
The day after love
The day at the end
of the tunnel

The world woke
to reality again
and the break
from forever

Scribbles on paper
Carvings in wood
Sand-soaked etches
faded in stone

Someone tomorrow
will try again
to embrace the wind
that evades us

But I realized this
was futility
and I looked
for a skipping stone
instead