Writers Jam

I walked to the beach, to meet my friend

She was putting sand into tiny bottles and she was not alone.

There was a time when I would have rushed

towards her, picked up some tiny shells and

kept them in her bottle. I would have said

Hey, now the bottle contains both of us. Your skin,

my sweat. Our cells and strands of DNA

This is not the time

Because when we used to be friends,

she was a girl and I was a boy.

Time passed, and now I’m something else.

Am I still that boy? she said I am, but

I never felt much like a boy. Yet

I still collect sand and throw it towards the water

Maybe it’ll wash back to where she stands

with her other friends, who belong in their own skin