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.