A rivulet of water running off the splash block
cutting an eddy through the sand and shell shards
pebbles and pickings from the beach
that landed on my driveway
months after the pluck
only after ice storms,
freeze and thaw,
cracked the plastic pail they called home.
The terrarium my kids toted home,
a miniature tidal pool,
silica and shale, pebbled granite,
remnants of the ice age released yet again,
eons later
by the elements
only to dribble down my driveway
into the gutter.

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  1. Sid Dunnebacke

     /  February 1, 2014

    Being that this is titled Release, I’m going to interpret this in a very specific way and call it a happy ending. Letting go of those dark thoughts gathered during dark times is a wonderful release, when we can do it!


    • Jennifer Butler Basile

       /  February 1, 2014

      True! But you’re the optimist to my pessimist! I saw it as all these wonderful things being freed only to run unappreciated down the gutter. Sometimes we can’t or won’t see the beauty of the breaking of dams all around us.



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