Sea Shells

She draws lines in the sand
Marking syllables with
Footprints,
Slipping words into her pocket
Like carefully collected sea shells,
Treasures picked
From the waters' edge
Where the sea foam has kissed her feet

When nights are still and silent
She reaches for them,
Running her fingers
Along every ridge and every curve,
Touching, 
Remembering them all
By feel

Now and then she takes one
In the curve of her hand,
Presses it to her ear
And lets the waves wash over her

One at a time she sets them down
In thoughtful array,
The poetry of their beauty
Seeping through the tips of her fingers,
And their essence 
Wraps around
Her heart,



Janet Reid
september 2008





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