The shore sisters

The stone floats near the brim,

in the cup of the sea.

And seagulls try to pick it away…

But sometimes the stones are li’l too heavy to lift.

for a li’l li’l seagull…

And the soaked rocks are li’l too heavy to lift.

For an alone li’l baby girl.

For the rocks of peers. And the blocks of pressure.

The Tiny marbles of daily-hood and the enormous mountains of life-hood.

Are way too heavy to lift for a lone li’l bird.

 

She needs a fellow feathery friend sometimes

She needs a chuckling chum by her sides.

Sometimes.

 So together we may take the straws to the farther end.

Together we may  build the nest in the hollow forest.

And with the power of the great gusty winds.

I say.

We will.