This morning
Fine and early
When the sky
Yet to see pink
The cool breeze
Cooling the dew
Settled on the path.
I took my walk
Brisk and swift
On a side of a road.
My ears plugged
I walked
Humming a prayer
In my mind.
Then I saw
A small stone
Not too tiny.
Wet by dew
Alone it lay
On the roadside
Along my track.
Did the tiny rock
Beckon me?
I heard no voice.
My ears plugged
I walked on
Humming the prayer
In my mind.
I returned
Along my track
With another prayer
In my mind.
That littlestone
Lay there still.
Did it beseech me
To say something?
I thought I saw
Its eyes looking at me.
I thought I heard
Its voice calling me.
Was it cold
Needing a wrap, or
A warm hug?
The sky turned pink.
I had to rush
Leaving the stone
Alone where it lay
For another passer-by
To listen to what
It wanted to say.