I pressed myself upon a stone.
I felt it’s grooves, though it was roughly all smooth.
I came to know it quite well.
I liked it’s curves,
As I had liked it’s given weight.
I found myself upon another stone.
I’m still tracing my fingers across it’s cool foundation.
Two stones too many.
There are more than plenty.
I just don’t think I can value them equally.
Something inside says greedily.
I’ll shift my feet towards gravel.
I’ll build my way up to boulders.
Stones are not for me.