2021-2022, Poem, Writing

Skipping Stones

Skipping Stones
Max Oppedisano, '22

Kicking rocks and
      skipping stones
makes me holy,
      makes me whole.

Finding fossils
      breaking bones
makes me holy,
      makes me whole.

Whisper me in
      dulcet tones, in
             flashing lights and
                    ice cream cones, in
                          potted herbs and
                                 seeds we’ve sown,
                                         We dug a plot, we
                                               grew ‘till grown,

Kicking rocks and
      skipping stones
makes me holy,
                           wholly
                                           whole.