Sea Glass . . . See Glass, a poem

See Glass

It begins with

a broken

cast off

Piece of Jagged

love

Broken and Lost

love

Alone in cold tumult

tossed and polished

brandished by weather and time

and crash of wave

love

Sanded with sand

Returning home to

shore like a triumphant,

sopping wet heroine

at journey's end

resting amongst

rocks and gull feathers

fish bones, dried, hollowed

light as air and holey

love

The Little Boy

(like an editor

scouring slush piles

for the next bestseller

or just something good)

tender footed

on precarious rocks, sand,

tangles of seaweed

sees a dulled sparkle of glass

knowing it by patina

love

greedily he collects the smoothed

shard in warm cupped palm:

a treasure

born of loss

and much tumbling