We hiked to the end of Watchman Trail. Not too red in the face. Not too out of breath just kept going to the top. Then we sat on a rock and eat our lunch surrounded by peaks of Zion.
picnic on the trail
can’t remember what we ate
fed by the beauty
“pictures of the floating world”
“pictures of the floating world”
“………silver bells and cockle shells”
picked up on the beach
such an ordinary shell
broken to pieces
or sometimes whole
colors from browns to gray
ribbed on the outside
their wholeness is
a secret compartment
that holds heart flesh
til split in two and drifts
to you
“pictures of the floating world”
