pebbles

I have counted out the days
that do not contain you
have lined them up like pebbles
I might have pulled from the sand
salty still and glinting gray
as stones from the shore do
I imagine they must remember
the rushing kiss of tides
just as I remember how
the brush of you once stirred me
that place where once there was us
has since smoothed over
and the fissure is no longer
rough to the touch or recollection
still I have counted out the days
and will keep them with me
clattering together in deep pockets
and in the corners of drawers
to remind me of those moments
that might otherwise be gone
and I will line them up like pebbles
until I run out of room to keep them
or breath to name them

© Sarah Whiteley

And with that, I am off for a trip to see family in Wisconsin. This will be a treat (really, truly a treat) as it will be the first time we’ve all been in once place together in four years. Busy schedules and distance make it difficult to coordinate schedules, but tomorrow is my mom’s 60th birthday and what better reason to come together than to celebrate one of my favorite people in the world? See you next week!

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13 thoughts on “pebbles

  1. What a beautiful poem Sarah! Such tender gorgeous imagery….I wish I had written them! You have so perfectly captured that haunting nostalgia and need to remember. Have a wonderful time with your family…I’m sure some wonderful writing will come from it…..Kaz

  2. Lovely the way all the imagery and the senses come together in this poem. Enjoy your break, enjoy getting together with your family and I hope your mom has (had) a wonderful birthday. 🙂

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