is a stone we carry
a stone that has long drifted down
to the bottom of our bag
beneath the phone with its musical insistence
the morning latte receipts
the makeup bag and money clip
we have held it long enough
and the desperate hour is alive in the world
reach down and retrieve the stone
from its linty kingdom
and hand it to someone
freely 
saying
here put this in your pocket
let your fingers play
over its crystalline heart
on days when heart
is absent from humanity
or the overwhelm of struggle
is almost too much to bear
let it be a soothing                               
a kinship of earthly graces
a lantern against the dimming