Skipping stones
Smooth and round
the disc fits in my palm,
the perfect spot
to rub my thumb over.
It soothes
my tactile self.
Worry stones,
some call them.
But they are suited
to another task,
one of skill
and determination,
focus, and environment.
For waters must be still,
and so must I
for the stone to skip.
As I ready to launch,
I worry the stone
before bouncing it
along the water,
watching my cares
disappear from view.
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