harbor pearl

April 17, 2013

There has been so much

wandering, drifting

sucked by tides/scraped raw. 


I squint upwards

through the murk, hoping

for a scrap of light

to break through the violence of waves.


They grip my body

as it

spasms, thrashing.


As dawn blooms, there are only

ripples.  Rest has come 


a harbor

 in which to birth

the pearl growing

within, its contours echoing

the whispered


of early morning’s mist.



2 Responses to “harbor pearl”

  1. Stunning. Such a great picture of how our sorrows rub off our broken bits until what remains is polished and beautiful…

  2. Pam said

    I’ve learned that a pearl takes a long time to create. I’m just so glad that it does, eventually. Thank you for your kindness.

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