Greers Ferry Lake, 5-7-2011

We stand side by side, elbow-deep
in chilly water, searching for just the right
stone to send dancing across the top of the
lake.  You straighten, hands dripping,
and skim a piece of shale straight into the sun.
I can't tell how many skips, my eyes
blurring from the brilliance, and
blinking the tears back, I
send my own after it.  It's
a respectable toss, three spreading circles, and
as our ripples intersect, I glance
once more toward the back of your head.