ROCK SHOPPING ON MENEMSHA BEACH
Smooth as skin
they strew themselves in drifts
of winking mica eyelids.
The price is right: you could find
the perfect Lucky – white-striped
granite, ground by glaciers, formed
to your hand -- as wavelets
turn them over; but for the next
more perfect, and the next.
Pay no mind to those geese shafting
the air, trailing goose gossip
the rasp of salt in the breeze
filing us down
or how flat skipped ones
vanish with no trace.
The rocks reside, hypnotic
fragments of an ancient
to all longings
and all tides
Version first published in The Raven's Perch, 12 December 2022