Lost To The Sea

Written by: Annie Brittle

Shells stir and shift underfoot,
Crushed, fracturing like fine teacups
Turned brittle by the salt and sun.
You may well be anywhere,
Where the day doesn’t reach and
The waves my toes make can’t sing you to sleep,
But keep in mind always that
Everything we lose to the sea
Will be found, one day,
By another’s shore.