Your Chamber

By Jock Jacober

Excuse me for taking your memory with me.

I should have left it on the beach among the dunes.

I’ve kept it here with me, locked in the sound of 

Lightly gurgling surf and the clatter of gravel

Pulled back down to the water.

I beg your pardon for offering only my heart

For you to live in.

It is not too large

And it is a bit dark.

You’ll have to bring your own light.