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.
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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.
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!