sometimes the soul has no shell
but crawls out alone exposed
subject to wind and tide
no longer abiding.
sometimes the soul on the riptide
urchin or orphan must appear
gathering no dream
in odd numbered years
and welcomed in no climate.at all
then the soul is an ear, a squall
absorbing every rebuke.
in the pink and silver of its towing
and children go from it with
their sand dollars, their bits of sea pearl
ignoring the tear streaked shriveling -
heart struck, the negligible core.-
mary angela douglas 20 january 2018
but crawls out alone exposed
subject to wind and tide
no longer abiding.
sometimes the soul on the riptide
urchin or orphan must appear
gathering no dream
in odd numbered years
and welcomed in no climate.at all
then the soul is an ear, a squall
absorbing every rebuke.
in the pink and silver of its towing
and children go from it with
their sand dollars, their bits of sea pearl
ignoring the tear streaked shriveling -
heart struck, the negligible core.-
mary angela douglas 20 january 2018
