Distracted

Sudden shadows lift
my eyes to birds’
eyes, the sea engages,
a poem begins, your legs
summer strong seduce. I
throw the dog’s ball.

Distracted from hunting
sea glass, I forget
to focus
on the amber,
white, green
detritus of other lives.

Since buying the antique jar,
our beach walks have
purpose, progress, success.

What will happen when it’s full –
that antique jar? Will we
be happy, complete? Will we
divorce, die, disappear?

What a distracting metaphor, life,
when you’re looking
for sea glass.