I saw the strangest thing—
a wave crashing in the middle of Cheapside.
It foamed in glassy shards
They walked the pavements trapped
inside gemstone bodies.
I heard the pull of the sea
in their reflections.
They cracked as the day
grew older and scrambled
to give street’s corners
their name
They melted in the sea
as new shards rose
for their breath.
I caught one
framed in my mirror,
its brown eyes—I tell you—
shards
In them the sea—
Opened