We’re picking along the shore

We’re picking along the shore

and picking up shells

fragments

smooth and glistening against a sandshine sun

beaten into submission so we can rub them with our thumbs

a worrystone

a memory

smooth and glistening against sunsoaked skin

dip this one down in the water

a brief reflection of the sky

press it in my pocket for another day

a dark patch of fabric woven with salt

as we pick along again