Poetry Month – April 26, 2024 – On the Altar

THE WHITE ROCKS OF THE INN BEACH

Always one or two
Found their way into my fingers
My hand
My pocket
Always as I walked
I’d turn them
Over and over
Feeling their round smooth surfaces
As we wondered about
The surprise
The interruption
The incompatibility
The rightness
The wrongness
Of us
Of them
Of the big tumbling world
Always we wondered
While those little white rocks
Held their own
Held me
Carried me home