I met a stone

We shouldn't personify inanimate objects

It's patronising and they don't like it

On my morning foreshore walk

I met a stone,

grey and worn like me

but a curious shape

and comfortable in my palm.

Each hand wanted a turn to hold

as he warmed to my company,

breaking the solitude,

following me all the way home

where he now sits among intricate shells

and other seaside treasures

and answers to the name, Estonia.