Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Message in a Bottle

As I walked the sun dappled, stony shore of Lake Ontario this morning a faint glint of green caught my eye. Instantly a familiar fascination washed over me. I knelt down and plucked the object from its bed of muted, multi-coloured pebbles. Many times I had, as a child, spent languid summer days beachcombing in search of such weathered treasures shaped by the elements.

As I lifted it up into the sunlight this is what it said to me:

Grains gathered
Heat fused
Glistening glass
Use to contain
Now shattered
Wave eroded
Sand dispersed

copyright Nance Thacker 2009

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