Among summer flowers and dark earth
I spied a red velvet starfish,
an exotic bloom plucked from its ocean home
dropped by a careless hand or mother gull
upon an unknown world.
A world saturated in golden light
and still air,
the memory of cold depths and moon tossed waves
fading fast –
a passenger riding on the flotsam of chance
here today, gone tomorrow
intersecting realms to dazzle these human eyes.