I found a shell
I found a shell,
On a sandy beach,
The grains giving way beneath my feet,
The softness yielding to my weight / pressure.
Picking it up, I feel its texture,
The burrows of time washed over it,
The brittleness of its delicate features,
Contrasting with the sharpness of the fractured edge.
The coffee colouring with a hint of cream,
The sea’s barista training etched on its front,
A foam design on its arch.