The cool greyness
So rich in texture
Tiny mountains of stone
Hold it in your hand
Feel its irregular beauty
With finger's lightest touch.

Unbroken by surf
Or unforgiving rock
Impervious to nature's wrath
Hold it in your hand
Gently tickle it open
With finger's lightest touch

Smooth cold lining
Of opalescent nacre
Brilliant wash of rainbowed colors
Hold it in your hand
Feel the satin of its slickness
With finger's lightest touch

Sweet soft mound
Of translucent flesh
Blue/white blanket of hidden treasure
Take it in your hand
Lift it from its concave home
With finger's lightest touch

Gleaming white pearl
Of shimmering brilliance
Poised within its great stone castle
Leave it where it rests
Close the pebbled gaping mouth
With finger's lightest touch

©1997 Gail Von Schlichting

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