Love Poem. Poem by Ginny S.

i was digging in wet sand
scoff, scoff, the shovel sighed
until i hit the water
and a small moon rock

i had seen this rock before
it was milky white
i felt its edges and it was smooth
i remember when i once
held it close to my heart

when i first found this rock
it was on the sidewalk as i was
walking down and i was looking
tripping on my own feet scanning
the pavement and there it was

i took it home with me
and kept it on my nightstand
there it was every night
and i could not fall asleep
every day there it was
on the table
in front of me
and i could not eat

i went alone to dinner once
i took the moon rock with me
and the whole night was silent
because a rock cannot talk
and a sane person
cannot talk
to a rock

so the rock tossed me aside
tossed me casually
onto the pavement
where i would sit and cry and cry
little moon rocks
down my cheeks

i got picked up
by a pebble
and he showed me
my way home
and i took the pebble everywhere
and it did not say Thank You
or I Love You
but i still kept him close to me.
later he tossed me on a beach -
where i last saw him -
where i would sit and dig and dig
not knowing what i would find

i was digging in wet sand
scoff, scoff, shovel sighed
until i hit the water
and a small moon rock

i turned the moon rock in my hands
slow-motion picture, how a good dream ends -
this pearl in my fingers,
smoothed by the sand
i looked closely at it
and there it was written:
Please Take Me Home.