Not your average walk on the beach...
|She walks down the beach.
A wave rushes past her feet.
Water settles, pulls back; taking sand and rocks with it.
She rescues a seashell from the retreating tide,
Must have been beautiful once,
Made pretty by the swirling currents of the ocean
Shattered under a careless foot.
She drops the broken shell.
Not in search of another shell,
Just an old habit
Where a lack of companions and abundance of enemies enforced it.
A new wave rushes past, pulls back,
But she stays where she is,
Rooted to the sand.
She is no longer at the mercy of the tides-
No longer a broken shell.
Picks up the shell,
Throws it into the ocean.
Maybe the currents will fix what was broken
And the beauty will return.