Smooth Stones of Thoughts

Thoughts are like the
smooth stones,
that run along the river.

Broken away from the
Earth’s bones,
that are gold and silver.

They collect and lay
under nooks and cracks,
weary are the deer,
wolf, and bear tracks.

For the Eagle knows
how alone you lay,
as you shimmer
in it’s eyes,

More precious together yet hard to realize.

(“the whole is greater than the sum of all it’s parts, (Aristotle)”)