Saturday, November 4, 2017

Some Days Are Like That (Day 290)

Some days are like that 
special stone, gleaming 
like a gem among 
the shattered shells and 
flabby mats of kelp—
the one you plucked 
from the sand, and held 
out in your cold hand 
for my admiration, before 
tucking it in your pocket, 
for luck. Now, dry and
bleached, it lives deep 
in my dresser drawer, 
surprising me sometimes,
when it appears in my 
cold, outstretched hand, 
so far away from home.


(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

Image: Isle of Skye, FrankWinkler