Poem: Sea Glass

IMG_2834A north wind
Slips between
My scarf and hat,
Chilling my neck,
And reddening my ears,
As I walk the beach,
Alone,
IMG_2737In solitude pierced
Only by the occasional
Gull dropping
A quahog at low tide,
Or the rumble of a car
Upon the bridge
Across the bay.

A north wind
Slips between the wave
Of high and low tide,
Churning storm driven
IMG_2733Sand, shells, and rocks,
To be deposited
In lines of recession
From the ebbing moon,
Reflecting the crescent
Of the beach, I walk,
Alone,
Among the abandoned
Shells, which await
Discovery or destruction
Back to grains of calcium
Mixed with the grains of quartz.

The north wind
Scrubs the shells
IMG_2746And rocks on shore
With the fine
Movement of sand,
Smoothing all
Toward rounded shards,
Along the beach, alone,
I walk,
Selecting a specimen
To fill my pocket,
Before another tide,
Pulls it back,
To roll again
In the surf.

The north wind
IMG_2833Sifts a piece of glass,
Fragmented from
Some bottle,
Tossed or dropped,
From a picnic, or boat,
Or adolescent binge,
To turn and turn,
Among the shells,
And grains of sand,
Until burnished,
On the beach, alone,
Separated from
The other fragments,
IMG_2742Of its original form.
I turn it,
Examining its
Glint in the winter sun,
Then flick it back
For further work.

Before, the wind,
Turns my skin,
Raw, I release
My grasp on the bottle
From last night’s wine,
Green from red,
Clear or blue from white,
A slight upward
Arch before
Shattering on low tide’s
IMG_2728Rocks,
To be covered
By the next tide’s
Waves of rocks, sands,
And shells,
To disappear until
Some summer morning
A beach-comber
Finds it for her collection,
A shadow of my walk,
Alone, in winter’s solitude.

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Up here in the mountains, we have a saying, "You can't get there from here", which really means "We wouldn't go the trouble to do that". Another concept is that "If you don't know, we ain't telling." For the rest, you'll have to read between the lines.
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14 Responses to Poem: Sea Glass

  1. Barneysday says:

    Clearly, you “get” this whole beach thing. Well done!

  2. cindy knoke says:

    Truly lovely! Kudos~

    • hermitsdoor says:

      Thanks. Unlike your recent tropic beach combing, I found few living critters (other than sea birds dropping quohaug on the rocks) on shore. I actually prefer the chill and solitude of the beach in winter (no sweating sand creaping into places).

  3. Mother Suzanna says:

    Nice to know the poet in you remains.

    • hermitsdoor says:

      It surfaces when I am less busy… sometime ideas come and go during situations when I have not means of writing the words down (such as commuting or at work).

  4. The Vicar says:

    Beautiful. Recycle never sounded more romantic!

    • hermitsdoor says:

      I suspect hundreds of thousands of years from now scientists will be trying to explain a thin layer of plastic in the stata of some gorgeous canyon. The sea glass will have ground back to silica.

  5. Chet says:

    Makes me long for a New England beach… Lovely imagery. Thanks Oscar.

  6. You took me to that beach with your photos and words – thanks!

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