At first, we were disappointed the beach
didn’t have sand, instead having pebbles
which we worried would hurt our bare feet.
And truly, walking on the pebbles was not as
comfortable as sand.
But our feet grew accustomed to the pebbles
and we discovered how the pebbles sung
at high tide, after a wave was finished crashing,
impatient water slid back to the ocean
taking a moment to course over the small stones
and play a little melody in its race returning sea-ward.
She put a few pebbles on the balcony railing
perhaps to give them a grander view of the ocean
and perhaps to see if the wind — like the waves —
would make them sing. It didn’t, but the
little stones looked bright in the sun, warmed
and no longer made wet over and over again
by the continuous washing of the sea.
We lay in bed at night, waiting for high tide to arrive,
then listening to that beat of the ocean
and the pebbles singing along with it.
A wondrous soothing lullaby —
repeated then at dawn, as if
the waves and stones could not
wait to greet us with the new day.
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