Was once

There was once

A mushroom under a shooting star 

In the wetlands next to a stone causeway

Someone brought her beer bottle down here

And watched the moon slivering over the water

The same water we’ve always known

We pick heather in the mud

or collect shells and rocks and bones on the shore

We learn that life changes and bleaches and dries up

Salt and water and sun 

And time

Can make the prettiest seaglass