Ocean Pockets

We rummage through the

Deep pockets of the ocean,

Seeking a plaything, a shell,

A fragment of driftwood,

Of which to admire in fond recall,

Taking our piece of her home,

To forever remind us of her deep waters.

She gives us treasures,

Seaglass mottled and smooth,

Shells beaming peach beneath

Ivory bone, as a curled tulip,

An ocean of mystery,

Smiling as it curves upon the sand

And retreats back beneath her

Coiling, blue waves.

Indee Sehrish Watson