beachcombing

[cjchaffin]

edit #1 (thanks leanne, ray, marcella, billy):

At high tide, the sea ejects
foam and glass fishing floats.
                   
We wait for the waters to recede,
tiptoe around anemones and crabs;
I spot a small green globe.
 
She says it belongs to a Japanese goddess,
her eyes plucked out by a vengeful lover
and cast into the deep.
 
I see only an old sake bottle
crafted into a sphere,
etched with sand and netting patterns.
 
Tomorrow, I will look for agates
while she searches for the goddess’s other eye.



original:


beachcombing*

At high tide, the sea spews forth
green foam and glass fishing floats.
 
We wait for the waters to recede,
tiptoe around anemones and crabs
until I spot a small celadon orb.
 
She says it belongs to a Japanese goddess,
her eyes plucked out by a vengeful lover
and cast into the deep.
 
I see nothing more
than a recycled old sake bottle
etched with sand and netting patterns.
 
Tomorrow, I will look for agates
while she searches for the goddess’s other eye.



*not really tied to the title, in fact i hate it but can't think of anything better. suggestions?