Rocks

I don’t look for rocks any more. 

I don’t see stones shining in the sun.

I don’t pluck them to bring them home. 

Maybe it’s because it’s winter. 

Maybe it’s because it’s cold. 

Maybe it because you’re home 

isn’t my home anymore. 

I wonder when I’ll stop mid-step 

 to share a piece of my earth.

A small gift. 

A pebble of love. 

I wonder when I’ll look for rocks again.