a token of friendship

I carry a piece of seaglass in my pocket
when I rub my thumb along its smooth curves
I feel an ocean inside me and
I remember to breathe
like I do
when I stand
on the shore

sometimes I meet someone and
feel an ocean inside them too
crashing onto rocks or
lapping onto sand

I reach for the seaglass then
and offer it to their hands
saying it is a gift
although it is so much more

when they run their fingers over the smooth curves
for a moment
I feel like we are swimming
in the same ocean