Shoreline Marble

Blue Marble on the edge of the Pacific

Beach walks.  The marble rolls from my hand toward the incoming tide.  I watch carefully, not ready to relinquish this lovely blue sphere to the tidal surge.  The sphere pauses at the edge of a sand line.  I think of continents, distant places that are washed by the same salty seas.

How often do we fail to rememeber that we are intrinsically linked? We are not isolated humans, but rather, a grand parade of life forms moving a rhythm across our shared home planet.  What happens in one place does affect another.  One drop of oil in a glass of water changes that water forever.  Naturally bubbling – one issue.  Man inserted – another altogether.