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  • A long time ago, when I wondered much more than I do now
    I found a message in a green glass bottle along the rocky shore
    it was capped and sealed but I could read the message safe inside
    half in English and half in words all unfamiliar,
    I brought it home so full of wonder and amazement
    Such a precious find wedged between the rocks
    A fragile green glass bottle along the wave swept rocky shore
    And the others, they looked and peered and said oh yes
    Probably a joke, a hoax you know
    A message in Italian.
    A picnic on the Amalfi coast.
    A bottle tossed with gay abandon
    Landing here?
    Not a chance in a million

    And I was quiet
    Suddenly silent and closed as a clam
    and I took my fragile green glass message in a bottle and put it on a shelf
    safe with all the other treasures found and tucked away from skepticism
    It is there today in my parent’s attic
    40 years later, still waiting on the shelf
    And I never wrote to the address so clear and neat with all the 7s crossed
    And I never found out the truth about
    The message in fragile green glass bottle
    But in my heart I know
    it swept west along the sunny Med,
    Slipped out between the Pillars of Hercules,
    curled round and about the cold Atlantic
    and landed on that rocky wave swept shore.
    My message in a bottle,
    a fragile green glass bottle.


    So, sure and silent all these years, I carried on
    but even so, and eventually, I came to search again
    and so reclaimed my wonder at improbability and magic things.
    Because once I found a green glass bottle,
    A fragile green glass bottle
    Cast up whole on the wave swept rocky shore.
    And I acted as expected and set aside the magic of the moment.
    I listened and lost the wonder of the moment.
    But now, against all odds, and in a moment magic and improbable
    the wonder of the world beckoned once more
    And this time I answered,
    I wrote back.
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