today i went walking along
to the tunes of bird song and wave crashes
sifting through hand fulls of stones washed lightly toward my feet
my child in one direction building tee pees out of sticks
all calm, swelling blue skies and water shifting below our feet
in collecting treasures we stop in silence
lifting up razor blades, weathered water bottles, plastic
eluding space, ruptured melancholy over beauty
plastic and razor blades next to childhood laughter
and beach glass. tiny specks of stones and sand squishing
between tiny feet.
he says to me ‘who did that mama? why’d they do that?!’
visibly angered at how anyone could be callous.
even if the water drifted it to land, or whether
humans left this shadow of carelessness and disregard,
all my son knows is that its not ok and it makes
mama earth sad.
so we will go back there, with garbage bags,
and we will clean it up, cause this is the love
a mother shows her son, and the earth.
