Finding sea glass

fullsizerender-14Lifted by ocean wave they slammed against rock

until crushed and scattered.

Tossed and churned out of control-

edges melt into powdery, mottled, sculpted forms

reflecting a subtle softer light.

Cloudiness changed

from dull grey to cobalt blue, sea foam white.


My edges, once sharp and eagerimg_5708-2

are now softened and tempered.

becoming pumiced and pitted

with each approaching wave.

Shuffling along with millenniums of

quartz, granite, and basalt through

high and low tide.

By the wink of moonlight

traveling dark waters bravely till



It must be the reason I gather them season upon season,

trying to find all the fragments

that have found the shore once more

as the ocean’s muddy fingers toss them back upon the sand.

I gather them in baskets so that I can remember.