Rocks

Rocks I sat in my own world Collecting rocks on the beach. For hours I could, there were so many. It felt like the ocean is mine. It splashed white clouds of water Against the dark gray rocky shore. I reached in a few tide pools Where patterns of colors illuminated. I would bring them home To keep with pleasant thoughts, I collected. With precious moments like these, For chaotic days when there is No way of knowing what is next. Heidi Sands