Just today - -
deep in the warm of a summertime beach - -
three small boys and I lay
within arms reach of each - -
down on our bare bellies in the sand.
We lifted it - and sifted it by hand -
through part spread fingers -
watched it as it fell.
And cried 'Oh See'
at what remained unsifted.
a broken bit of mussel shell - -
a sun-dried string of ocean grass - -
a spindle branch of driftwood - drifted -
We tagged in single file then - -
down truck tire tracks -
down to the sea.
We stood at last in the wet -
and let the sand suck our feet.
Then we went wandering -
weaving in and out
along the scalloped edge of water line -
I traced it with a stick.
Then about six feet etched -
a wave strode in and wiped out mine!
Then it occurred to me - -
this shallow ledge - -
is the hem-edge of the sea!
the lacey part
surrounding all that wide and deep.
Silly me! Silly me!
To even fancy it might keep - -
my sketchy small