Leavings

It is a simple thing.
A bit of sea foam on the same.
Remnants of a tide gone out.
abstract art made up of the leavings.
Beautiful, and temporary,
too like your own story,
a tale of tides and driftwood,
of broken things
made beautiful.

About this poem

It is a recurring theme in my life and in my writing. Broken things made beautiful. That has been one of the most powerful lessons in my messy, broken, stumbling, strangely joyful life.

Anything is possible. Even the improbable.

Tom