THE SURFACE

image by christine renney

The stones are perfectly round 

And unblemished 

I pick one up 

It is far too bright and shiny 

And my reflection on its surface 

Is smooth 

There are no cracks or crevices 

No creases or lines 

I frown but my reflection 

Remains the same 

Still frowning I drop the stone 

I kick at it and the others 

Spreading them far and wide