Poem: Gift

A poem about a gift.

A friend gave me a rock. Look, she said,
it has a fossil contained in it. And it’s
limestone — it was formed above water.

And it’s certainly good to stay above water;
to keep your head held as high as you can.
She placed the small rock in my hand,

it was smooth as fluvial processes allow. So it was
cold like clay, with just a soft rasp to it. A warmth
too. It will live on my bookshelf now.