My pockets
full of stones
gathered
from the river
remind me of you
and our many
conversations
and walks
on this beach
My pockets
full of stones
are overflowing
like the blackberry
covered bushes
or the water
by the shore
My heart bursts
with memories
of you
Waiting
to touch you
to caress you
Wanting
to harness
your light
like the summer
sun's warmth
when it it wanes
in the winter months
holding on to these
thoughts
These memories
This desire
reminds me of
my pockets
full of stones
which I return
to the shore
one by one
until they
are all gone
Letting them go
so they won't
weigh me
down
pbm revised December 28,2011.
