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

dawn.

 

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.

 

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Pearl

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Peering out on 8 year old legs

I see tall mint stacks and tomato vine shake

a trouser covered leg jiggled

revealing my Jidi.

Clanging of cane and old stiff leg upon glass door

Oyster shell hands gripping a smooth red pearl

“No one can grow them better than that”,  he said.

 

Smelling of mint, earth and whte undershirt,

Sweat coating nubby whiskers-

brown soft boyish eyes marooned on an island of wrinkles

and permanent woe.

No pause, shuffling past.

Rolling the bounty onto newspaper covered table,

derby hat perched, pipe falling out of mouth

he quickly catches-tobacco spilling.

 

There on the center of the table

-the tomato like an offering to God

pointing cane toward the plates and knives.

 

“Slice it-sit and eat”

he sat watching me by the  colored

turnip jars

waiting-smoke circling head.

 

The sun narrowed through the door as I sliced-

juices and seeds streamed down

pooling, soaking paper.

 

Pulp firm and intact,

I breathed in the sugar and fresh earth.

 

Biting into its flesh as it dribbled down my chin,

breathing in the summer it spent on the vine.

My skin becomes its skin, tingling and sated.

 

I see his face enshrouded by smoke swirls

and moted sunlight-hardened frame softening

he shifts in his seat-satisfied.

 

*Jidi mFullSizeRender (11)eans grandfather in Lebanese

Wordspin

Thoughts spill onto the fibers of my page

-droplets of silver blue sink in and leave a stain.

It’s why I fall asleep with pen still in
hand .

Trying to capture a moment

that pools to the bottom

like cracks in sheer ice that melt into the

pale yellow rain I hear outside.

Drops pour down gutter bound,

furiously pinging, shoveling through

transforming letters into a

construct of words.

Stains become oceans

and sentences flow

moments remembered become fluid

again.

Connected and liquid,

like the river and the sea.

Edge

Muddy fingers of wave grasp then recede, walled in by thick curled lip of sand. I walk the foam edge, as sun capes my shoulders into heady ocean mist and seaweed anklets. Drawn to the tension of ca…

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Edge

IMG_5342Muddy fingers of wave grasp

then recede, walled in

by thick curled lip of sand.

I walk the foam edge,

as sun capes my shoulders

into heady ocean mist and

seaweed anklets.

Drawn to the tension of

caving sand

as it releases into wide ocean eternity

empowered

like distant sky

or pelican peering into peaks

of glassy wave,

its prey finite

like sand in an hourglass

or shells in the palm of my hand.

stagnant, salt tinged.

I cast the sweaty treasures

upon the sand

to rinse in watery color

where they melt into the sea.

Life teems below where

bubbles form over tiny holes

with the brush of wave never ceasing.

Wind driven foamy spray

spewing out ocean gutters

like rain.

 

I run fast and hard on the grainy surface

quickly to make an impression

an imprint of foot,

tasting ocean brine and salty wave-

to outrun where sand meets foam.

heart thumping louder

than wave and collapse into the

changing tide.

 

The grip of wave loosens

and my fingers cast

sweaty treasures upon

the sand

to rinse in watery color

where they melt into the sea.