Coral Amulet

Glowing as cherry petals,
polished stone carves arc
               like half atoll
                                     or Molokini.

Pressed beneath:
dessicated silver wings
               of flying fish
               , now loosened in breeze,
               flutter, casting refractions.

Silverwings could be sewn, woven
               into shimmering suit.

I seek to toss the bright stone
               down from orbit
               threading atmosphere
               alighting upon a crest of ice,
                                       jeweled plain
                                      suffusing midnight sun.

If, from space, you toss a stone
               to Antarctica,
it will remain
               to the end of time.