She takes an old broken cracked conch shell
a dried up Corsican starfish
sand from her backyard sandpit(slightly damp)
dumps them all on her nice clean new sheets.
“I’m bringing the seaside to bed! ”
she announces
her creation
(like a little God) .
Hours later I peeped in
to find her
asleep by her seaside
Dreaming it...for real.
I tuck her & her seaside up
gently
against the coming cold
tiptoe away
trying not wake
either.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/eternity-in-a-grain-of-sand-new-year-poem-for-lyn/
