Shells in my hand

amazed by the beauty
of the shells in my hand
bleached and fragile
white-pink light blue
sweet honey peach
and on it in fine print
the days have ceased
to exist

on this sea urchin beach
are so many shells of our land
these ocean shells are
in my hand

and on it in fine print
the days have ceased
to exist

with all these shells
I am safe where I hide

with all these words
I want to while away my time

read on my bed every morning
sing with YouTube Music in the evening

and late at night, I want to write
about my love for the sea, beach, and sand
amazed by the wisdom
of the shells

in my hand