Throwing Stones Poem by Aaron Myers

This morning I picked up two stones
And threw them into the sea,
They skipped and sank into an analogy
For you and me (or you and I?) .

No matter how much time passes,
Despite the movement of sand,
They'll never be as close
As they were in my hand.

And there's nothing they can do
But get carried around, (hitting the other stones) .
Chipped and scratched
as they scrape the ground.

I'm throwing stones into the sea, all day and all night.

(We are stones, we can't be cast out and reeled back in.
We'll never be the same, or find a new place to begin)