I left the car in the forest and climbed down a cliff, scraping up my shins and feet. At the bottom was a large, open riverbed surrounded by trees. There was happiness in the freedom and perfect company. I found a rock.
If I had known it was a wishing rock, I would have used it in fear of losing something I love.
Last night, I read a book to Katie.
Page 7 read…
Then again,
you might find a rock
with a stripe running
all the way around it.
Trace the line
with your finger–
it must circle all the way.
You have
a wishing rock,
and you whisper
what you want
before you throw it.
I should have thrown it. Instead, I brought it home to remind me.
