Floatsam

Look at what I found!

Resting on the side of the river bank. 

You're smooth with soot embroidering your face. 

My Gaia in the palm of my hand. 

And so I follow your river down to your origin. 

It pours into a bioluminescent lake 

You look like the moonlight. 

I come right up to the divide between water and land. 

I throw you

You skip, once, twice, three times. 

Each skip produces ripples that spread

So I dip my feet into the water in anticipation 

of your embrace finally reaching me. 

It travels from my toes to my head. 

I can feel you calling out. 

Good travels my fair stone!

Now you can begin your final journey. 

Alas I am too old to dive. 

So I tread, imagining what it would be like. 

To be a leaf falling in still air 

When you reach your basin, please remember me. 

The air in my lungs won't expire yet. 

So I lay lifeless looking at the moon. 

I smile imagining you smiling back. 

The soot is cleaned off your surface

And so you receive a new face when you imprint the ground. 

I hope I receive a new face one day. 

But for now I let my skin wrinkle. 

Until my buoyancy subsides.