The Recollection
A monument jumble:
A silent song of white
with jagged edges
(Evidence of happenstance)
Carefully selected like
A bucket full of memories made
at the bottom of the ocean.
We rescued them from their resting and resisting
the tide, the shallow of sweat and tears
where they danced--
Knocking against one another
in the water’s ebb,,,
Holding them we ache to believe
they made the sound of a whisper under water
as they rubbed each other smooth
and tumbled each other
into clean essential components
Until all that would remain is
the infinite composition of reactions:
a deepest horizon of finite grains
that find the place in the folds of skin,
interrupting life lines on a sanded hand,
nestle between the fingers
and linger between the toes
of our children
wandering among their mothers bathing in light,
sending up the bird-call shrieks of discovery
because these softened wet orbs and disconnected clasping
empty shells
issue calcified, half-castanet
calls to the early soul of their collectors.
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