like fishing for sea shells on the beach
free treasures for me to find
I pick this up
as it catches my eye
it's had a life which had crushed it
into shards of its former self
here one lies
beautiful in its incompleteness
its lack of wholeness
in its fragmentedness
I imagine what it was

I delight in this find
it is a gift from yesterday
it was waiting for me
to discover it
and name it beautiful
and display it on my dressing table
to remind me of all the goodness in this world
and that you will find the beauty
if your eyes are open.