Sea Glass

Just like peering into
an irregular shard of sea glass,
its edges worn smooth by the ocean,
that which we see of our lives right now
is but a partial reflection, and poor.
We catch fleeting glimpses
but do not see the full picture
or know the end of our story—
just as we do not know
the story of the sea glass;
from where it came, or to where it goes.
We are short-sighted at best;
can only guess at the future
and make decisions based upon
the here and now.
Still, there is beauty in the moment
if we choose to find it;
in the same way that the shard of glass
is beautiful in its incompleteness and mystery.