SEA GLASS IN A JAR

Sea Glass in a Jar

Soft light of the declining winter shines on my Long Island Sound collection of sea glass. Washed on shore by the mighty Atlantic -- picked up by my oldest daughter as she wondered along the beach. Now, they're pieces of history in my squat jar shining with white rays. The glass shards silently sing a cosmos song. 


She brought it to me this past summer to catch my light of seasons. It did just that. It has continued to reflect light of all the dimensional turns of the earth -- its past a secret.