Stones
NU Magazine - October, 2009
We were in Lauren’s house -
the area of the lakefront shaded by tall oaks.
The flat rocks that hugged the sand
were Lauren’s furniture.
As we sat, our stubby little legs reached
just far enough to let our toes
graze the water.
Lauren and I marveled
at the tiny stones at the bottom of the lake.
They shone with color -
burgundy, teal, forest green.
“Those rocks are mine.
It’s my house.”
Later, when the August sun
had fallen and left the sand shivering,
I snatched up two fistfuls of stones
from beneath the lake’s glimmering surface.
As I hoarded my secret on the kitchen floor,
the rocks began to dry,
They were gray -
reddish gray, bluish gray, greenish gray -
but gray all the same.
And not one of them was shiny.
Arielle Walzer, a member of Nu’s teen board, graduated from Livingston High School and attends Emory University.
NU Online is published by New Jersey Jewish News
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