On the Rocks

I brewed myself a cup of coffee

but noticed the sun was shining. 

A warm, winter day changed my mind-

I’ll have my coffee on the rocks. 

I laced my hand with a small one

since the sun was shining.

We plotted our journey to the creek

walking on the rocks. 

I idled by while decisions were made

Because the sun was shining.

Decisions to go “this way!” or “that way!”

collecting all the rocks.

I observed the joy of simplicity

while the sun was shining.

“Look Mama! WOW! “1, 2, 3…”

counting all the rocks.

I noticed a problem piling up

as the sun was shining;

a problem for two small hands-

nowhere to put the rocks.

I gulped down the rest of my coffee

while the sun was setting.

Two blue eyes looking for answers-

I emptied the rest of my rocks.

I relinquished my cup to two small hands

because the sun was setting.

He filled his cup up to the brim

selecting his favorite rocks.