Quiet in your movements
as your teeth split
like sea clams.
Opening and closing.
Your dove-gray jaw
heaves in high staccato,
charting gentle flagships
and postmarking
a sea of white-washed
heel and shin conversations.
Tiny splinters of light
beneath the tide pools
reveal delicate shells,
making real
the faraway sounds
of a name.

 Photo Credit: Maragret Durow