FLEETING
Amid the silica
sea glass
on its way back
from bottle
to being grains on a beach
Towards the end
of this transformation
I hold it in my hand
and admire the ocean’s lapidary
I'm not sure this is complete. It is meant to be a description, the mystery is in the beauty of each unique piece. Here's a connected poem about finding a Spanish pop bottle on the beach.
A pop bottle from Spain
has ended up on the strand
half full of grey water
the plastic label worn but readable
it has travelled so far to be recycled
As I pick it up I notice
a sea green glass pebble
that I place in my pocket
Do people still say pop? Or is it beverage, or some such other word? Anyway this bottle travelled from Spain across the Atlantic to Torquay, where it was recycled. A rather epic journey.
I found this live footage of Shelagh McDonald recently. It's beautiful.
Until next time.
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