Some years ago a stone fell from my ring
(and all because there was no setting there).
It somehow balanced on the goldsome thing
all by itself, until the ring was bare.
<!–more Continue reading…->And so I’d lost the stone (it seemed back then).
But even though it disappeared from view
I knew it would be found (though just not when).
The whole event was swathed in déjà vu.
It may seem strange (it came as no surprise)
when some years later, by the frozen food,
that missing gemstone danced before my eyes —
exquisite in its sparkling pulchritude!
I fastened it with ardour on the band.
Its light then filled the void upon my hand.
© Alan Morrison, 2015