No 2: SEA GLASS

image by mia foster

MIA FOSTER

Archives of lens flare memories

Cold drink, hot sun

Bottles left behind

green glass fragmented

shards of those remembrances

the peculiarity of harsh edges

affirm a notion of shape

guaranteeing its own permanence

left to the sea

transformed

unrecognizable

new

The certainty of edges fade

As the waves thrash

Understanding through time

That uncertainty of shape is the state of living

Softened by years

Something so clear and sharp

Becomes faded, rounded

Unsure of itself

Accepting of malleability

treasure discovered on walks by collectors

They hold these transformed beings with quiet appreciation

I pocket it

My archive of vitality