The Rock Collector

Pull a rock from water Hold it in the light and See beauty Take it home forever Set it on the shelf and See it's ugly He's filling up the tub with water He's dropping all his rocks inside to see if He can't find that old meaning He's sorting through a small collection Remembering how each one Came to be Feeling the joy keep on fading He cannot choose Which one to keep and Even if he does it just dries out Too gray and bleak The options whittle down to none Or back into the water Desperate Searching for the one