I heard the WATER running. And then — the crash. With incredible SPEED, the evening was transformed, as SEVEN plates hit the ground, shattering instantly. What had been a light hearted silly time, felt heavy and a little uncertain. Thankfully, the only injury was a minor cut. I will get the old plates out of the basement tomorrow.

Georg’ann

Silky bag tied with TWINE.
Tempts a SNEAK peek.
Curiosity wins, rewarded
with the iridescent SHEEN
of seashell nacre.
SEVEN small abalone vessels.
Looking down I marvel
at this exquisite protective coating
hidden within a hard exterior –
ugly, bumpy, and grey.
Radiance revealed
only when broken. Open.

Heather