Sea Glass Poetry
The glass bottle tossed from human hands lands back Home
Onto Sand and Silica
Along the Fecund Sugary Shore where she lies
Under the Ribs of the Wind
through cycles that bring Warmth from Light and Comfort under Dark.
The hands of the Tides reach and pull her
Inside their wet caves where she rubs
Against Rocks and Sand
Under soothing Caws and Wooshes
Until Pregnant with Salt.
Her Frosty Patina cracks open and gives birth
To Shards who float away
On the Breasts of Briny Currents
Until they swim back to the Shore hugged
By the Yellow Moon and Orange Sun.
People pluck their plump tiny bodies
From their Home
And take them back
To a familiar dry place away from the Sea