From our poet of the month, ALFA
“I comb the shore for collectibles, / easily discarded things / to hang on my inspirational wall.”
My fingers are gritty
from picking up treasures
I find hidden beneath my feet.
I comb the shore for collectibles,
easily discarded things
to hang on my inspirational wall.
Driftwood because nothing deserves to
Bark to remind me that seasons
Ropes that hold hearts prisoner.
Plastic because that’s how you feel when you
live an inauthentic life.
Shells that echo the sounds of home.
ALFA shared her insights with Spirituality & Health:
Our hearts harbor affection for the tangible.
Beach treasures wash ashore and lie in wait
for those who want to collect items
that have a visible story.
Imagining their journey is instant inspiration.
From The Salt In His Kiss by Alfa. Copyright © 2019 by the author and reprinted by permission of St. Martin’s Publishing Group.
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