Reconciliation

Something glittered in the sandy bank.
Gull circled noisily, but no one else was there.
More than a breeze was off the bay,
But the clouds were motionless,
Unaware of the bite below.
Scattered reeds bent back toward the cottages,
The early sunlight was bitter still.
Sand behind me, forgotten miles,
The sand in front filled all my thoughts.
Something glittered in her windswept heart,
And I stooped and picked it up.