One Smooth Stone

One smooth stone

I hold in my palm,

yet it remains

discrete, separate.

Filled with potential energy

and a history I cannot access,

I touch only the cool, outer surface.

Secrets within remain hidden;

giving up nothing.
It simply is.

Silent and unyielding,

an inscrutable mystery,

I hold in my palm

one smooth stone.

Image: peterbolland.blogspot.com/2010/07/smooth-as-stone.html 

This is for G-man's FF55.  Check it out for 55 words of wisdom, humor or pure good storytelling.  Maybe add your own.