Upon the Sand
A small and delicate seashell
tossed upon the shore
tumbled by the tide
ne’er as lovely as before
her long and restless journey
on riotous tides and drift
has cast her here in quiet cove
on a gentle, stray windshift
sharp edges worn by time
smoothed and softened by nature’s hand
her belly turned up to the sun
she settles in the sand
the little broken seashell
now finds her final rest
and at the closing of the day
she finally greets the stars above,
and sighs a solitary settling breath
Copyright © Jill Martin | Year Posted 2006
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