The sea delivers soft-edged bits of glass and storm-tossed shells.

On a high tide, it brought my sister, soft-edged and storm-tossed with hair like fire.

We railed against the waves when they stole her back.

Even now, my eyes comb the greedy sea for the gleam of her iridescent tail.

Jenny Mattern is a poet, a crafter of stories, and a cake-for-breakfast enthusiast who lives with her family in Montana.