Sunday, June 7, 2009

the best thing is you

Last night
we took a walk after supper
bellies full, comfortable with the company we were in
followed the sighing reeds and sand
along
the scuffed path
and to the wide-open
mind-open
beach.

We
were only there for the stroll
to hold hands and brace against the wind
but of course
because it's the ocean (the ocean!)
we rolled up our pantlegs

and stumbled through the icy waves.

There are pretty pebbles on the floor of the sea.
I reached down, down
fingers shocked icy white sticks of chalk, blurring in the water
bringing up
the sweetness of the falling night.

Treasures, all.

4 comments:

EarnestGIrl said...

loveliness!

pompomrouge said...

That's beautiful, J. I've walked on lots of beaches like that - it was nice to go back! Thanks :)

Woman in a Window said...

AH! Love this.

Just wrote about collecting stones from the water this afternoon. How in synch we are, however I collected from a lake that was scourged with the thick of blackfly and you were all light in the ocean. That's kinda synch-ish.

Why don't you write here more often? Working on something big? I'm loving poetry lately or my randition thereof. Freeing.

Poker Rooms said...

What words... super