Three Skips

She skips the stone across the water,
Aims as far as the eye can see,
Mother, sister and a daughter,
It skipped but only three.

It broke the placid platform,
It sank below the tide,
And wandered down the endless depths,
To where the sun and earth collide.

She dipped a toe into the clear,
The cool and watery rush,
And pulled it back with lilting laugh,
And felt her face go flush -

Flush with blood now coursing through,
Her body and her mind,
And though the stone sank further now,
It left her there behind.

It left the surface, again it’s clear,
The sun plunging fast below,
It left the woman, standing near
The mountain’s afterglow.