Are stones for throwing?
I threw them
at miniature plastic tanks and army men.
The images on CNN framed grown men
heaving stones at armor and assault rifled soldiers.
We were boys once.
Mr. Johnson across the street taught me
to search for rolling rocks.
The roundest rocks would roll
all the way down and around the corner.
Gravity and grace on asphalt.
One of my older brothers showed me
how to skip stones at Hogset Lake.
Flat stones were prized skippers.
Side armed flings placed abbreviated touch points
across the water and we counted.
The gravity has weighted the stones
in my hand and I stand.
Shoulders slumped and a loose grip
on judgments to be thrown.
Will I be the first to cast one?
Or will I let it roll or skip and wonder?
I would cast one for fear of being found out,
and Jesus would keep writing with his finger.
Would Jesus have stopped writing if they handed him their stones?