Sucking on Stones

© February 2001 Marilyn Raymond

My water bottle is empty
          as I walk through the afternoon heat
And so I slide a smooth, round stone
          into my mouth.

Stones

Stones, courtesy of Photos8.com

Holding a river rock
          inside my lips
          I am suddenly shy
                    and flooded with cool, foreign
                    sensuality.

The dry heat of the afternoon
          recedes
          as the stone warms
And my mouth moistens
          around its smooth, curved hardness.

Hikers do this,
          I have read,
                    suck on stones.

None mention
          being seduced by wildness
Or feeling centuries
          of river memories
          tumbling through their blood.

The stone is hot
          and moist
When I spit it into my hand
And hold it to my cheek
          like a lover.

I feel naked,
          and visible
                    under the sun.

A little shaken
          and somehow ~ blessed.

[This poem first appeared in Sacred Circle: Writing the Journey, an anthology published by the Unitarian Fellowship of Kelowna. Marilyn is also the author of Sunflowers, That Apple, and Baba Yaga.]

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3 comments for “Sucking on Stones

  1. sterling haynes
    June 25, 2010 at 3:56 pm

    A great poem by a multi talented woman. Marilyn’s essays, prose and read like poetry. Marilyn’s ideas and sermons flow around ideas engulfing the reader or listener in a spiritual cornucopia of reflections.

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