We started with me
forming him
in the little mini-sea
of my own womb.
Thirteen years
now
there’s much more
shaping him.
Side by side
but separate
still
in this salty soup
together.
Salty Soup
California Textures
I am finally back from many days with virtually no internet service and sporadic cell phone reception. It was a welcome relief to ‘check out’ and ‘check in’ with myself, my family, and the world around me.
We covered a lot of ground in 11 days, but still held a smooth and steady pace, as we explored the distance between the broad shores of the Pacific and the big trees of the Sierras Nevada mountains.
Elemental Treasures
Multiple elements bring pieces of glass to my kitchen.
Earthen ingredients fired to liquid.
Melted, shaped.
Then cooled in air.
The ball, an antique fishing net float, living in Japanese waters.
One day it broke free of its trappings, beginning a long drift to Hawaii, where it washed ashore at my feet. Back among its origins, lolling in sand.
Who knows the life of the blue glass chip. Was the bottle from which it came, passed around with celebratory swigs? Smoothed and worn with watery waves and sea salt grit, its landlocked now, this shard.
Earth, fire, and air combine, creating delicacies refracting light. These pieces floated their round-trip on water, a massive sea. Made their way to me, as treasure.
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