Seashells

She wipes her hands
on a frilly skirt
fingers stained 
with blue berry ink
basket swaying
on the ground
with fingers laced on its
round belly
she smiles

He shows the horses
to their awaiting troughs
hand on thier 
sides
like a lifelong companion
the big beasts
huff the sleeping flys
from nostril hammoks
he smiles

Her watch bumps
on her wrist
eyes trying to makeout
her mile time
feet smacking
the well worn
tiretracks
she smiles

The fire clicks
its tongue
hair drifting into the 
night
he swats a bug
and tosses another 
handful of sticks
into the blaze
he smiles

The last book
slides into place
creating a flat
wall
of titles 
and authors
her arms
supporting eachother
in a mutual 
twist
on her sunsoaked flannel
she smiles

for when it
seems
the waves
have crashed 
for to long
on us seashells
we only have to realize
that with the waves 
come more seashells
come more friends
and family
and hands waiting to help
and we stay content
stay smiling

stay strong