One night a stained-glass hurricane fell apart over the Atlantic,
cascading from the clouds: 128 pieces.
These fragments studded the ocean floor for
two months, six days, eight hours, and four seconds,
occasionally moved by currents until they reached the mouth of a cave, out of which
peered a prepossessing 36-foot octopus.
Using all eight tentacles, she picked up the remains, and
swiftly planted them in the rich compost of her cave.
Gardening is inherent in the species.
Accompanying the glass are the octopus’ previously
recovered bijoux, which included
5 divers’ air tank, 302 sea shells, 83 pearls, and 17 fish knives.
Determined to harmonize with her garden, she strained and heaved until her flesh
evolved into smooth-tinged glass, a pieced-together quilt of
nearly all the shiny things she had amassed throughout the years.