Spring orb

Spring in a Sphere

the
morning
sun shaft
finds a single
green glass float,
the slippery orb that
once bobbed our globe
adrift together all netted 
woven, tied, roped in with
other bubbles, hand blown
strung with long and drifting 
headlines, longlines, trolling
droplines, footropes, drifters
gillnets floating, on the salty
sea surface slickly seeking
schools of fish, is suddenly
released, cast out ashore
abandoned like flotsam,
jetsam, later cherished
landlocked, beached
by garden granite 
catching just a
glimpse of
spring



For the Record,
This day came in sunny with perfect May weather.

All hands healing

Catbird on a wire