only care now.
only open hands
in tremors.
you are still asleep
and I remember.
how
I carried you to the shore
before
you could walk and we
sat there watching. you
collected grains of sand.
between your palms
to feel them.
trembling
and then to the sea
to meet with open hand
her power and know her
press against your own.
the slapping sound,
the open palm,
your laugh––
remember.
Oh Stacey, ya mesmerize me. I love the sentiment and the meter. It’s gotta jazzy pace!
I am grateful for your kindness, Alex. Sending you all my best.
Beautiful piece.
thank you, friend