Small child
at the shore
scoops sea
and wet sand
as they
slip from his
grasp, again,
again.
Lifting to
his lips
the crystals
left behind,
does he taste
the promise
of time?
Fleeting as
a sting;
his goodnight
kiss on
my paper
cheek.
Judith Zelis
Judith is a lifelong teacher who finds solace in the rhythms of the natural world.
Her writing has appeared in such journals as Tiny Seed, Wild Roof, Farmerish, and others.