I took my kids to the beach

to collect sea glass

greens and blues

from glass tossed into the ocean

then tossed about in the ocean

before being tossed up by the ocean

onto the sand

broken, yet beloved

edges softened, touchable

kissable

resurrecting in new beauty, new life

a mosaic collection where purple’s the prize

that once danced with seaweed

and waxed and waned with wave and moon and mermaid

until washing ashore

a treasure

 

(Prompt for Hour Fourteen:

Write a nature poem. But play with the genre. Most nature poems are about the beauty of the natural world. I want you to focus on the intersection of the natural world and the unnatural world. Think dandelions sprouting through the concrete. Think garbage on the ocean or Ivy on a house, even flowers at a wedding.)