Shell Seekers

Also must search the embankments,
the shores for your crypt, all those emblems –
beloved, beloved – our fingertips leave…

Conch, scallop, beach glass, shark’s tooth
wedded by webs of pebble breath, dew,
the lichen, the iridescence, & that quartz
slate of truth as mottled, as marked
by fine cracks of ivy…

We walk away, palms curving over
unending to the length & breadth
of every next sigh, scent, sight
on the horizon that yet carries you.