This morning I skipped a rock 

Across the pond to you 
It was a large pond 
A sea, infact. 
It would have to cross land
To reach you, too
Spain, Portugal and a few miles
Inland to Atlanta 
Across a time zone or six 
A well traveled,
symbolic stone 
But I like the idea
That you’re only a stone’s throw away 
just across a pond…
 
Anyway, I’ll call you in a few. 
 
God bless rocks
 and the internet