Broken pieces of shattered vessels smoothed by a journey after death through sand and sea
Fragments lost to the ocean’s current but not lost at sea like we would be
The tide returns them briefly tossed and worn opaque once vibrant hues muted green, blue, amber, ivory
And if I pluck them from the shore they’ll not toil anymore
Canal de La Mona, savior of straights take all my shattered pieces round the sharp edges past Isla de Mona to the Dominican Republic and back
Unbind me in the Caribbean Sea Refine me in the North Atlantic
And when you return me to this beach another visitor will gather the fragments and make a mosaic: tossed and smoothed
Broken pieces become a masterpiece
It’s the Ides of April, and we’re halfway through National Poetry Month. Today’s post was inspired by the tropical paradise that is Rincón, my friend Jeaselie’s recommendation for this spring break getaway with my oldest brother, David. I was reminded to savor my last day on the island, so I perched on some rocks beneath the shade of a coconut tree and and put the day into stanzas.
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