O wondrous, wondrous new —
stone pressed from green blue,
red, gray white fragments
appear richer in the sun
and water, cool in my palm
as I wipe sand away, study
your shape, your rough edges
now smooth, test your weight,
wonder of your old, old start,
if there was one at all
or if you have always been
just as you are now
in my hand, in this hand