Coming out
of the bathroom,
I see the rocks
that my late father
collected
on our trips
many years ago
to Northern Michigan,
so I decide
to communicate
with them
by holding
each one
close to my heart,
and they are cool
and some are prickly
and some are relaxing
and I can feel
an effect on my heart
by holding them,
so I communicate
with my late father
sometimes, too.
