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