Self Discovery

On the shore of the forest creek

woodsy blue

beneath the mellifluous water

an inapparent brookstone

ancient and patient

has engraved on it

my name.

When did it

when did I

get here?

Or has this stone existed all along

in the depths of the creek

waiting for me

to maunder through the trees

eventually guided to the ripples

of these crystal streams?

On the shore of the forest creek

my fingers sift

through the clear water’s surface

reaching in wonder

for the stone only meant

to be noticed

by me.