Happy?

Picking shells & stones

Awakens something

in my bones, Lurking

in the moments of

spotting,

adoring,

touching,

holding,

Sometimes for awhile

in the keeping

Perhaps Happiness?

lurking in the moments of

collecting shells and stones

Perhaps Peace?

Picking shells and stones

Awakens something

in my bones, Lurking

That wasn’t there

in the moments before

Yet it’s ALWAYS there—

Just unnoticed

Like this shell here

I hadn’t seen until

This moment of collection—

This moment of recollection

of something already in my bones

Something peaceful

Something happy

(like shells & stones&bones)

Something immutable