Swimming

We all learned to swim,
held by the same waters.
And we've all been helpless,
standing on the sand shouting,
as the ones we love
get caught in rips. Watching,
while they're pulled out by the tide
and carried away.

But it's those odd days we find,
sea-glass, amongst the rocks,
that shines.
Beautiful mementos,
like shards from stained-glass windows,
sent from the ones
who just wound up
on different shores
in distant bays,
just to let you know
that things turned out okay.