Sea Glass

This summer, I'm hosting a weekly book club. We're reading You Matter More Than You Think by Dr. Leslie Parrott. I wasn't sure I would like this book, even though I picked it out, but it's turning out to be much better than I thought it would be.

One thing I like about it is Dr. Parrott's vulnerability. She's included some of her own poetry in the book, which normally I would skip. But Poetry Wednesday has taken hold of me, so I'm always looking for good poems.

I particularly like this poem. And although Poetry Wednesday has taken a summer hiatus, I'm sharing it with you anyway.

Lately I'm obsessed
With sea glass.
Every piece I find
I collect in a jar,
Marveling at the translucent hues
Browns, greens, blues, and milky whites.
If I didn't know better
I'd think I'm on a quest.
To gather what bits remain
Of my youth.
To discover meaning
In random fragments
Of dreams, goals, connections, experiences
Pummeled
By the velocity of time
Against reality rocks.
If I didn't know better
I'd think I am, simply
The jar
Hoping against hope
I can collect my life
Into a treasure.