Poetry

Contemplation

2003

Sand erupting between her toes,
Like a volcanoe breaking free,
as she jumps onto the beach.
Shells gathered gingerly dodging the oceans frothy touch,
the sun smiles down upon her.
Continuing her journey,
money, crabs, and rocks are found.
Different sizes and shapes found in the oddest places.
Then, the treasure of the day simply delivered.
As she glances down by her sandy bare feet,
a shell, a rock.
No, a fossilized shell!
Half hard as any rock around,
half as beautiful as any seashell to be found.
Millions of years old and left just for me.
Now, safely, adoringly,
placed upon my altar for contemplation.

By Mara McWilliams

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