Satin remnant of a howling storm
Fragmented from its original form
Stripped of protection, broken, tossed
And tumbled, sea-soaked, missing, lost
Like a sailor on unfamiliar seas
Drifting ashore on a delicate breeze
To a destination unknown
Into a shell-strewn tideline sewn
Tangled with seaweed and beachglass and sand
Landing as new wood, refined, yet unplanned
Not belonging, but soon enough
A removed diamond from the rough