Rocks are what has been destroyed and rebuilt again and again.

They are what has traveled from oceans, or from space, or from the tired river.

You now hold a world in your hand

a smash of things broken and recreated

fragile and solid

like we are.

Build a sentence. Write another.

Make a family with intention and actions and so many words

Say them again and again, until they are as intimate as breath

Find home for the truths, let go of what will only destroy you

Find me a jagged river rock

Press it tight between our two hands

Palm to palm

Remember me, remember this, remember us.