A pin-prick window into universes strung together
By the child's searching eyes through the looking glass,
Alice, what do you see in the swaying?
A pearl rolls shyly in her palm,
Where should it go in this reckless world of gold
To avoid the jaws of jewellry?
In the shallow water hours pass,
Small things flicker and swish
A toy ocean of holed white calcium tumbling.
She knows herself in the tide,
The memories threaded close around her neck
Waiting for a new wave to sift out the sand.
A childhood memory of diving for Puka shells on Maui.
11/9/2021 07:07:28 am
Ooohhhhh. I think of these all the time. What a beautiful and purely blissful childhood memory. I still get agitated when I remember your necklace taken from you but then I realize no one can take the more important memory of two sisters being happy kids.
11/9/2021 08:23:29 am
It really is a blissful memory for me always. I think I will start a series of these as poems. I don't remember the episode with my necklace being taken away from me. Must have blocked that out. Can you remind me via e-mail? Love you, my sister.
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