Beachcomber's Prayer
Leave all else behind
And bring only pockets to fill
Sandals to kick off at will
And a very open mind
Collect shells and rocks
The holey ones and sacred
And pearly bits of nacre
While you collect your thoughts
Lastly, leave no trace
No sign, no mark, no clue
But let it leave its mark on you
In the sun, salt, and smile on your face.
Copyright © Ina Goodling | Year Posted 2023
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment