In a shop of gemstones

I approach the rose quartz,

hoping that its companionship

might draw near to me

the reality of my desires.

Intended choice in hand,

an illogical urge compels me to inquire

about the identity of three stones visible

beneath the register countertop,

each equally attractive and distinct

to my superficial eye.

Turns out they are all cuts of Agate,

by nature a global stone of many colors,

from transparent to opaque.

Lit from within by tiny, clear quartz crystals,

they speak of universal needs embedded

in the host shell of expectations,

those for nurturance, healing, courage, protection,

and discernment of truth.