Forever looking
For gems...
In streams
Under rocks
And on the wind
Both colored and clear
Filled with clarity and true
I follow the stream
Bending to color and light
I hold my find in cupped hands
Shaking and cleaning the stone
In the fine clear water
Holding it to the sun
Watching it shine
I rise while allowing it to drop
And be swept away
By the fast and furious white water
Eager to have it’s child back
Tilting my head back
Closing my eyes
The sun on my face
I feel the energy and imprint
Left behind by my find
Suddenly aware
A deafening sound
Of living rushing water
My eyes open
I take a step
Then another
Following the stream
Once again
Looking for gems
In streams
Under rocks
And on the wind