Gwynn, in straw hat, reciting her poetry.
Gwynn kindly recited this poem twice at my request.
I love the sibilance of the waves in the opening three lines and the wisdom in the final line. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
Let Me Be Beautiful Like Sea Glass
Let my edges that cut be stroked by sand and salt
let my slick surface coarsen till it’s crushed to bits
let my colors soften as they scrape the bottom
let the waves love me in their rough way
let me be changed by that love
let me not forget I held another
yet fully inhabit my particularity
let me be smooth enough to be rubbed by small fingers
and slipped inside a pocket or a bowl
let me prove that beauty is born when something breaks
This poem was published in Arestes, Spring/Summer 2009