I might have passed
without knowing
over the cancer-curved horizon
ignorant of who I am
that would have been the saddest thing
within this damaged shell
open to life, love, loss
grows something priceless
that pearl
is me
J O’Farrell
Nov 2013
Poem inspired by an image
(Somewhat surreal: a child on a beach, lifting up the sea as if it was a carpet – to reveal a lot of litter.)