Memories of us endure in the things we leave behind
The things I brought home as keepsakes –
The bleached-white of
A sand dollar
A shard of coral
A piece of bone
An empty claw
A discarded shell
A shed scale
A lost tooth
A persistent attempt to use death as rememberqnce for a day when
The waves swayed us both
coral and fish and
sunbleached hair floating in a cloud
Moving with the slow rise and fall
Of an ocean’s warm breath
Together
In the quiet blue water
We were
vibrantly
Beautifully
Alive