Floors

05 May 2021 Wednesday Prose Poem: mixtures & structures

Antique crystal dish overflowing with sea glass topples at the intersection of Hope Street and Magic Way spilling Mountain Dew green, rusty brown, opaque and milk-carton white treasures to the honey-colored oak floor as I clumsily reached for my cell phone beckoning me to open the gate. He’s here. The one. One spry piece, so elated by this possible escapade, slides past my nimble fingers landing a triple axel amid other marine gems splintering, skating across slick floor past the cat’s unblinking eyes

now running late I’ve gotta scoop up this hodgepodge of fragmented color, mixed in with a few dainty shiny sharks teeth stowaways, and dump ’em back in the moonlight blue dish, a thrift store find. Piecing together my life should be easy as dialing #9 to let this special guest in — to my heart — every sea treasure I nab a metaphor where hope and magic collide

in stark contrast a lifetime ago is the drab tile floor of that 1920’s beach bungalow rental we nabbed a mere block walk to enjoy sunrise coffee. Wine at sunset. Yoga on a towel. Instead dysfunction trumped reason. Self gasping for air, tongue tied, extracting the last dew drops from my ego. Enter stage left the aluminum pasta pan filled with hot water. Splash! Missed.

Whore! Say it again Bitch. Tongue tied no longer, girls got words. Again and again water now tepid flows through the grout baptizing the tile — me — scrambling for beach towels to clean up this mess. Clang! Metal grating. Now seeing those baby blues for what they are. A steely reflection of his soul swallowing my ego whole. This wet fiasco culminating in my final flight, exodus from a dead end where despair drowned all.

Grounded now, the floors are solid, true. Me peri winkled with enchanting fairy dust when he holds my hand, my tan skin swathed in Ombre shades of hope as we lay side by side, now my heart, despite missing a major slice, breathes and sits still for a moment at the intersection of Hope Street and Magic Way.

~A piece I penned last summer explaining the meaning of this sea glass can be read here:

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