The Michigan Stones
Could it be
the dreams of stones
might be seen with study?
Those smoothed by countless waves caressing;
taking down those sharp old edges
to a place where if one used a watchful eye
they might see something rise to surface;
faint impressions so enhanced
by the artist’s pencil
as to bring a story into being.
We only need to walk the shore
to find such mystery
and open up the story book
to secrets of the sea.