Like boulders tumbled end over
                                          end
until hard sharp edges are rounded
                  soft
pebbles
        that flow over the hand
                as the water that birthed them.

Then ground into rich soil
                    vibrant, dark
            eager to grow into something beautiful
                        to taste a set of lips
                  and rest there
                            taste again
      and settle warmly inside.

Each morning
            I embrace that glow
        as it embraces me
  and feel the day blossom.