Kelp, Twigs, and Rock

 Kelp, Twigs, and Rock

The most beautiful thing,

is twisted and gnarled,

dried and weathered, 

brittle and breaking away,

it’s curved, hardened, 

light and desiccated, 

a remnant of a verdant past,

spewn along a wispy shoreline,

piles and piles of ocean sculptures,

fragments intertwine,

bouquets blow and lay scattered for someone,

to take notice on a sleepy summer morning,

will I end up as beautiful as they, if I sit here long enough?