Flecks of greens and blues glisten and glow
Tiny shards scattered
Parting into lulling waves of gritty pebble ashes
Little specks touched by souls who reside beyond the horizon
Or perhaps beyond where flesh can travel.
Who touched this smoothed transparent crumb
Besides the vast blankets of briny deep that swept it from there to here?
My fingers imprint themselves as I toss it back into the water.
Now I too can go beyond the fading horizon, and join those who were similarly touched by the remnants of material being.