Palettal Prose: Of Sand

When we gather our grains,

I am sea glass,

a softened shard of aquamarine

tumbling and coming to rest,

edges etched with the collected whispers

of waves, white air, and rain,

me and the sea both sky-formed.

We are shore-born.

Where things meet is where we are made

and the elements add their consent.

~Teresa Honey Youngblood, from We’Moon

Beach Treasure

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