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How to Skip Stones
by Ed Meek

Do you remember keeping your eyes open
for flat, oval rocks to pocket
on walks to the pond?
Saving the best for last, you’d lean
to one side and flick your wrist
flinging the stones just off the water.

It isn’t easy to defy gravity
and make a stone skip like a tern
and skim weightless
soaring without wings,
touching down like a plane
while you count until it sinks
and heads to rest anonymous
on the bottom.

Maybe that’s what we’re after
as we try to stay afloat,
skimming on the surface,
defying the odds
for the fleeting feeling of flight.

Photo by Sven Bachstroem, used by permission.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: The idea for this poem came from my wife, who likes to skip stones at a pond that we walk to. It is one of those activities that brings you back to being young, especially when you are in the older crowd, as we both are.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Ed Meek has had poems recently in What Rough Beast, The American Poetry Journal, Constellations,  and Poetry Superhighway. He has poems coming out in Iris Literary Review, Muddy River Poetry Review, and Your Daily Poem. His new book, High Tide, is available at an Amazon. Visit him at