Leglass

 

Smashed at a party on a beach,

you lay neck up

bottom exposed

left to greet the morning rays on your own.

The incoming tide caressed and

enfolded you in its breasting wave,

danced you around,

worked its relentless magic,

took off those rough edges,

tide after tide

cast you up again for collection,

still beautiful, with light shining through:

sea glass.