glean

skipping stones across the water
on a muggy summer day
still and hot
like a palmed rock
i'm weighed and measured
ere i skim across the top
flying for a moment,
brief and bewitching
attempt to glean
the depths unseen
and hope i go
farther with this throw
before i sink
into the cool ink
until some far off day
i wash up on the shore
am thrown again,
further than before
by a whimsical arm,
by rascally charm,
by all things I swore
I'd be immune to evermore