Pearl

I swim.

Through this pearl field

In the ocean

I pick some up

and they are beautiful

yet they crack in my hand

… . or float away

I see you, a small opaque pink of a pearl

I gently touch my hand to you

and you are smooth

I gingerly pick you up,

as I do not want to break you

or let you float away

I do not hold on too tight

for fear that you may leave,

or endure a scratch

I want to take you home

like a dolly in my pocket

yet I am too scared

of breaking another beautiful pearl

. . especially the most stunning of them all