I count the beads

I count the beads
That sit on my wrist
One by one
I never think to look
Where I begin
Or finish,
I just count.
The glass is cool
Smooth in my fingertips
Blue of the ocean
The sky, aquamarine
Soothing
Tranquility
~

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