Haibun Today

A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Editor
Volume 4, Number 3, September 2010

Cherie Hunter Day
Cupertino, California, USA


Sea Glass

The tide allows access for only a short while so it’s a slippery scramble over the granite ledges draped with rockweed and knotted wrack. The briny air is charged with the smell of iodine—a few black-backed gulls wheel overhead.  Facing open ocean the terrain switches to jagged ridges of rock that create deep trenches some just wide enough for a person to enter and turn around.  At the bottom is a treasure trove of shells, stones and colorful glass worn smooth.  Beer bottle greens and browns are the largest and most numerous fragments followed by pale turquoise and clear glass, now frosted a translucent white. The smallest and rarest bits are cobalt blue and crimson. These gems are easily missed among the broken spirals of whelks and periwinkles, and lozenges of driftwood.  Attention is split between collecting and the returning tide that sends waves thundering between the outcroppings.

rain on the horizon—
a ship slips off
the edge of the world


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