I’ve wanted an image conveying who I am;
I’ve toyed with badgers and psychedelia.
It hit me, though, today, what I am like.
I’m like a seashell.
Passive, on the beach;
Just watching others as they amble by,
But if you hold me up close to your ear,
You might hear the ocean,
The past or the future.
You might hear colors,
Or dream sounds.
Perhaps my real work was in
Making this shell
Into a home;
But you are welcome
To peek in
Or listen in.
Or just walk on by.
(“Seashell” – 3-20-2016)
Can I have a listen?
Absolutely.
A girl picks up the shell, asking how it came to the peaceful beach. What does the shell say back?
It says that it is where the tide left it, but, it’s not a bad place.
It’s nice: she said.
Your welcome to share the beach. There’s plenty of room.
Okee. *Sits down
I like it!
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