Sea Glass

Sea glass teeth frosted by sand clinking their music held loose in my hand Muscadine chewing, so sweet, less the seeds walking like a girl who fulfills all her needs Hair cut and coconut wax scent intrinsic (the shorter the better to prove true cathartic) I find less is more as I lengthen my stride and become my surroundings, refusing to hide Earrings of silver and sweet aqua ocean from my momma to me with my soul, my emotion Sand talks my bare feet into a run while the silver threads from my heart are skeletal spun I rip through the currents of woven clear air like a shadow from clouds which have no time to spare Frosted and loosely held by sky and by earth I am my own music, behind my rebirth...