Poetry

By Mildred Barthel


Jewel

Study it,
Turn it round and round,
Look at it in the glare of noon.
It started with its own peculiar abrasiveness
That has taken years of honing and
Mind-wearing and finger-wearing effort
To exact the delicate and
Detailed design you are examining.
That’s it.
Hunt each facet,
Noticing the glow is from within.
See how it hangs there on seemingly
Endless golden links,
Having learned to complement its environment.
And it wears well,
As a family should.