An Unexpected Gift
We didn’t bother with introductions.
Coming from nowhere you fell in step
(perhaps two of yours to one of mine)
and began a chat about jelly fish.
As I write my other hand enfolds
the warm holed stone you pressed
without comment into my palm:
the best of your treasure trove.
A boy two sizes bigger led you away,
his manners salted with wariness
and a sideways stare. In a year or two
you’ll match that carefulness.
Your stone is never cold –
I carry it with me. One never knows
when a stranger might need a friend.