Tiny spheres of glass like constellations on the
Shoreline
Under my feet
Under my nails
Swept up in the tide, swirling into mud
Sucking me under and holding
Me steadily
Until I break away.
Shifting beneath my soles
Strange sense of comfort
False sense of calm
Fleeting state of tranquility
Filled with the dark, pooling ink
Reflecting the night sky
Hiding a universe below.