Fathom Mag
Poem

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September 20, 2021
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River Walk

“Let’s not,” I say
As I hand the shell back,
“I don’t want a pocket of sand today.”

But still, I keep combing the shore.
My pocket fills up more and more.

With dull-colored river clams,
Spirally snails,
Barnacled ones remind me of whales.

Some shine iridescent on the ground.
They capture my view,
I neglect every sound.

An eagle circles over fanned-out trees,
And wind churns the river as if it were sea.

I dig with my toe
To uncover one more.
Broken, chipped, I toss to the floor.

My family stands gathered.
I raise my head,
Let go of the shell, and join them instead.

Timarie Friesen
Timarie Friesenserves in missions and youth ministries with her husband Mark at Hope Church (EFCA) in Dubuque, Iowa, and she enjoys reading with her children, and writing fiction and non-fiction articles, along with monthly blog posts for a small, local audience about faith, writing, and literature.

Cover image by xiaokang Zhang.

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