Perhaps I am simple
I love simple things
Glass, blown or slubbed
Crystal or colored
Cobalt
Emerald
Cranberry
Rose
Sparkling in sunlight
Catching the flame
These simple pleasures
Bring me joy
As much as any gem
Exception, the Opal
Begins life as water
Seeps into stone
Becomes over time
Fire within water
Shadow of aeons
Life within stone
Water gone solid
As solid as glass,
and as fragile
4Apr2002
I wrote this poem after collecting shells and beach glass one afternoon. Opals are my birth stone and have long been favorites.
I have read this poem in public many times but this is the first time it appears in print.
