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.