Worn Edges Poem by Susan Lacovara

Much the way ragged edged beach glass is worn smooth
By the continuous kiss of the upswell of waves
Your changing tides, lapping my shores
Over and over, in metronome melody
Has worn away my sharpness
And muted my color
Once free to ride the currents, take me where they would
I was content to be in no one's hand
Nor pocket
Nor shelved as a beautiful find
Tossing in the steady sea
Of undiscovered treasures
I would have been better off deposited on distant sand
Where the glint of the sun would not have led your eyes to find me