the pebbly beach

I would like to walk on a pebbled beach
walk on the sea smoothed stones
feet and stones meeting
with that grinding, gutteral sound.

I would like to hear the sea shifting the wet sisters
rolling them together
like it is trying to choose the smoothest 
and after selecting the one,
changes its mind.

I would like to smell that rich wild smell
So full of the rotting goodness that makes sandhoppers flourish
and dogs want to dig
and memories rise up.

i would like to sit there
being warmed by the sun and the warmth of the stones
and know that you are happy.