My little Odyssey

I would have taken you
With me yesterday

To a wonderful little bookstore
That popped more stories than I could hold

Pick up seashells of opale blue
The kind you place in a treasure chest

A picnic on the rocks with seaweed taste
One curious chat with a seagull
Up a twelve step ladder

An enlivened atmosphere
Where nothing particular happens
Yet everything clicks

A butterfly on a string
Just a hint
Of what tomorrow brings