the stone on my bedside table
given to me to remember,
my mindfulness course.
Sits amongst the detritus of my life.
A tiny object,
easy to overlook,
amidst the sediment of life.
For me, it is heavy with significance.
If I died this moment,
like so many treasures,
out it would go
to the tip.
A poem, a letter, a sweet wrapper
given to me by Blue.
Trash.
Objects
Diamonds
Trash.
Dust
letter by letter
I fall away
a sinking stone
that skipped across the water.
A smile,
A sweet wrapper,
A stone.