You’re wandering this damp sand
Leaving zigzagged footprints behind
Your eyes scan for little treasures
Whole shells, unchipped survivers
Or cool rocks to carry home
Dress those dusty shelves of yours.
You side step over a piece of driftwood
There’s seaweed clung to the soggy edges
It’s jagged and hallowed out, tired
What is to become of it?
The sea spat it out and it’s now an inconvenience
To wanderers like you, treasure seeker.
Should it be content with the seaweed?
It has tales to tell of its time with the sea
All those glorious fish that brushed by
Miles of ocean it had traveled
Its old now, no use smoothing out its edges
To restore it to what it once was.
Yes, there’s no turning back time
But Wanderer, will you stay awhile?
Sit with me and listen to the now gentle waves
I’m no shiny rock or sparkling shell
But I smell of salt water and sentiment
See my treasure, see me, just for a little while.