Remembered: Mashes Sands Beach
by Michelle Kirby
On a blustery day intended for inside things,
After visiting with
family,
I Scarletted my return home, spread my wings,
And found the beach of my
childhood-and serenity.
My car door opened to kind breezes,
Salt kisses clung to my cheeks,
After a few clearing
sneezes,
Off to seek serenity and a treasure
hunt did I seek.
The walk was short, the tide was returning,
My heart and mind began to slow,
Yet leapt to venture into the water yearning,
In wonder of
what the sea would show.
The child again collected a bag of tokens from the water and
shore,
Baby horseshoe skeletons, sand beneath a seagull footprint,
mud and sand and its large open pores,
as time stood still, until, the
afternoon was spent.
Holding my shoes and treasures in my hand,
I meandered back to my car,
With this humble bag of treasure and sand,
Became priceless memories which
will never be too far.
While many years have come and gone,
And miles and time may have moved me away,
White noise of squawking gulls and treasures gathered will
stay on,
When I reflect on this later afternoon with skies of gray.
