I wonder
about the
past lives
of the shards
of sea pottery
I find.
Where did
they come from?
Who did they
belong to?
What stories
do they hold?
What tables
and shelves
did they grace?
I do not know
where they
came from,
only that they have
survived...
and arrived
in the hands
of someone
who truly
appreciates
their beautiful journeys.
