Radici di Vetro – A Poem

Long pale piano fingers
stroke and linger in
the seaside sand
Unsure of what roots
she could possibly find
or plant in such a place

As an icy breeze
brushes her face
taken by surprise
she opens her eyes,
and finds an angry sky

and braces for a rumble
that rattles through
her hands and knees
& her seemingly useless key
tumbles down

as she scrambles now
desperately seeking
some place safe
and finds a small cave
to sit and watch the waves

The clouds roar and
hover closer as the
first bright bolt
of heaven’s heat
boldly lights the sky

And in a flash she sees her key
sitting like gold in the sand
Just as a single bolt of violet strikes

And just as quickly as it came
the summer storm soon passed
as she excitedly crawled
to the spot her key had sat

She starts digging fast
Unearthing the proof
the simplest of truths
she had been seeking
Home sweet home at last…

She finds her roots in glass