Skipping Stones – a poem by Joseph Kleponis

Skipping Stones
 
In my imperfect memory
I recall that perfect summer day,
How the sky was almost cloudless,
How an easterly breeze so slight
Cooled us but did not churn the water,
Where we stopped along the rocky shore
And skipped flat stones across the waves,
Slicing crests before they could break.
The flat dark discs caught sunlight,
Glittering as they leaped higher
To where sea and sky join as one
As if propelled by magic
To leap farther and farther still. 
 
We played until our arms grew tired,
And we laughed as we talked
Of our skill at defying nature
As we watched waves roll in and out
Smoothing rocks for future play.

Joseph Kleponis lives North of Boston, Massachusetts. His poems have appeared in First Literary Review – East, the Rockvale Reviews and other publications. Kelsay Books published his first book Truth’s Truth: Poetic Portraits in 2021.