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.