Stone Skipping

Like the chances necessary,

Life does daily stone-skips

Across the pond of possibilities,

Sighting solidarity waiting on the other side.

So many skips come up short,

Sink to the bottom,

While we try over and over

To swing the action

Out and away,

To jump over the gravity

That constantly pulls

Our hearts,

Our minds,

 Of souls,

Away from purchase.

Tenacity alerts our latter years…

A grateful tear from one’s uncompromised raison d'être

Enjoins excitable tendrils of rhythmic time,

Adding accolades of celebratory splash

To the retiring trajectory of one’s plenitude.