My Voice
Sea Glass
Sea Glass
Day breaks and keeps on breaking.
But I don't believe it.
The sky heaves grey, shifts green
and settles seductively into
stunning aquamarine.
I tether no hope to clouds.
I will not be lured into
a false sense of complacency.
No atmospheric anomaly
will wrap spineless finger around me.
I believe in things I can touch,
like slight blue sea glass
with its smoothe edges,
and dull sheen.
I recognize the fate that brought it to my shore.
But a suddenly splendid sky?
No! I am no fool.
Mary
Day breaks and keeps on breaking.
But I don't believe it.
The sky heaves grey, shifts green
and settles seductively into
stunning aquamarine.
I tether no hope to clouds.
I will not be lured into
a false sense of complacency.
No atmospheric anomaly
will wrap spineless finger around me.
I believe in things I can touch,
like slight blue sea glass
with its smoothe edges,
and dull sheen.
I recognize the fate that brought it to my shore.
But a suddenly splendid sky?
No! I am no fool.
Mary
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