Foreign Objects


Sometimes…
sometimes this life is a foreign object to me.

It’s like something shiny but odd-looking,
that one comes across on the beach.

You pick it up
– two fingered because of the sand and the muck –

And notice right away that there’s that one wicked sharp edge…
too sharp, in fact –
to smooth with the fat skin of your thumb.

But by using the edge of that soft old warm sweatshirt,
protection is gained as well as a glorious and unexpected sheen.

Thus pocketed, the mysterious find is safeguarded amongst agates, sand dollars, purple lint and torn grocery lists that you saved because the last item read:

“and I love you, my darling.”

november 2010 © martha lee phelps

About Martha Phelps Studio ~ creative on purpose

...a meandering journal of a changing life and the unexpected graces it brings. Earlier posts may provide some history, but this series of writings aren't likely to follow a straight line as I explore topics such as raising kids, making choices, self discovery, the impact of change on a family and how to (hopefully) live with balance and purpose. www.marthaphelps.com
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