Pearl
My brush caught the clasp on your strand of pearls
for one frozen moment I saw them arc
dropping down the open drain one by one
But the clasp held and I recalled that pearls are knotted
each by each, carefully slid down the strand by hand
Unless the whole necklace is lost, each pearl is safe
I thought of you and the nape of your neck
bowed, elegant, your hand pulling up strands
escaping your long and graceful hairline.
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