The distance
beween the joints
in your fingers
tells you
to gather pebbles
as you walk the
river trail
The tides
leave you patterns
of seaweed
and conch shells
below the dunes
I tell you
pockets! pockets!
Put the largest pieces
in first
wipe the salt
off each thing
but not
losing yourself
in the journey of the sand.
The sunflower follows
the sun
and arranges its seeds
Leonardo says
you will grow to be
a man like this
What does the hurricane say?
The swirling licks of hair at your crown?