she touched it, rolled it around in her hands

what does this stone have to say, what is its tale

the stone that looks like two lovers

cold and gray

two lovers with a cloak

together they form a heart

a heart made of stone

a stone from the earth

whose journey was a rough and tumbling one

as they traveled in the river once large

to a creek, wearing their edges

whispering to one another

their dreams

picked up by a stranger

found on a path or in a stream

in some random place

on a day unknown

male and female

clinging to one another through the elements

determined to hold one another until the end

whose tight grip formed a heart

a heart of stone

©Anita Adams 2018