Almost Sea Glass
I study the green triangle
I spied on the rocks—
it’s almost sea glass.
Its color is opaque,
but its edges are still rough.
I consider tossing it back into the ocean
to season a few years more,
then I slip it into my pocket—
we must elevate the grace we’re given.
Sheila Wellehan’s poetry is featured in The Night Heron Barks, Rust + Moth, Thimble Literary Magazine, Tinderbox Poetry Journal, Whale Road Review, and many other journals and anthologies. She lives in Cape Elizabeth, Maine. Visit her online at www.sheilawellehan.com.
2 thoughts on “Almost Sea Glass by Sheila Wellehan”
oh that last line! Wonderful. What an invitation. I will keep that in my pocket.
Thank you, Rosemerry. Your kind words mean a lot to me!