Notice Me, Little Things

“Notice me,”
Little things seem to say.
“Fit me,
Somewhere.”

“You will.” I think in whisper.

Tiny fragments of sea shells
Once perfect for collectors
Now inhabit the sand
Molded by the Sea
Into new perfection for this moment.
Not needing to be picked and paraded
Alongside perfect conches
Just needing to be seen
Known
For a moment.
They are smooth
With purple rings showing
That were underneath the surface
Making the structure strong,
Giving endurance,
Now they are on the surface
Stating their presence to this viewer.

I know where you will fit:
Beside me
On the sand
Among friends ground down
Not to nothing
But into earth
That holds us up.

“You do,” I whisper.

When You Lap My Feet

When you lap my feet
With your soothing song
I want to dive into your wetness
To see how deep inside our souls
I can swim.

I walk towards you step by step
Until your song drowns the noises
Life makes of other people’s living.

I could stand on your sand
Its moving foundation
Feel you slip it away from under me
And never fear a thing
Then watch the gull fly
Over your shimmering skin
Aloft in freedom
Finding inside a sustenance
That brings life
Only your deepest flesh knows.

I am briefly jealous.
Until I hear your song again
Singing for me
Alone in the surf where you end
Always giving me a loving caress
That froths as it fades
And surges up, again and again.

You deposit gifts on my earth
Broken shells and drifting weeds
Only I can see as my treasure.
Here, the smoothed rock,
A flattened stone
For me to return to you in skips
Like a man remembering his boyhood
Or a boy still dreaming of what story
You will tell when I return inside you
A love as persistent as the moon
That pulls you rising
Across the quiet of a solitude
That together we understand
As a language spoken
Throughout time for this moment
Awaiting us since the beginning.