The quiet, warm sun beat down
On the sandy, sea-green shore,
Interrupted by the angry waves
Washed ashore, tangled and twisted
The jagged rocks pushed you home.
Driftwood, what brought you here?
Knotted, gnarled, sun-bleached
Withered and worn, from your journey,
I picked you up from the rugged edge;
Sun-baked, splintered and twisted
I caressed you in my arms.
Smoothly, softly, I sanded away,
Every bruise and broken jar
Till you shine; I recreated you
Gently I set you on my mantle
I wonder, driftwood,
What stories can you tell.