Post inspired by Bud the Teacher's Picture Prompt
Ocean's Treasure Not for Me
Bringing new treasure every minute
to see what's in it
Using the waves to bring it to shore
what beach walking is for
Washing and tumbling with the sand
sorting out on the hand
Dropping back down and washing out
"Treasure no more!"
crashing waves shout.
Taking trash back, out to sea
No treasure for me!
As I thought of this poem, I reflected back on the days when I was a child walking on the beach. I always hunted for the perfect shell-like the ones I'd see in the stores-never to find such treasure. Seeking perfection always-never satisfied...letting it go