sea glass

we wandered the short beach

eyes downcast

focus intent on the rocks under our feet

eyes searching for sea glass

feet pushing the water worn rocks aside

hunting for hidden beauty

i stopped to grasp a piece and held it to him

he came near and held his hand out

i placed it in his palm

for him to inspect

he lifted it and turned it

looking, examining

he tossed it back into the waves

his explanation simple

it wasn’t ready yet

the waves hadn’t worn it down enough

it was just broken glass

it hadn’t been exposed enough

it hadn’t weathered enough to be

beautiful yet.




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