Through her eyes
we are all drawn
in to the ocean
to the winter
in our bay
the stories
she can tell
of times gone by
how the wrinkles formed
upon her cheeks
from experiences long ago
the green glass vase
could be broken
in the sea
forming hundreds
of pieces
new stories
to tell
sea glass
that I now pick up
on the shores
because
we are all connected
through time
through the ocean
in our eyes
in our hearts
in the winter
in the bay
to the beginning
of time
