EMPTY SHELLS
Ann Rich
Walking along the beach, endless and endless miles of seashore, with time to explore.
Empty shells are all that I can see, so I pick them up and carry them away with me.
Quite a collection I find I have, so I carry them for a safer place to be.
The sun beating down on them with a glimmer of light that catches my eye.
More and more I find to carry with me, a salvation hard to describe.
So much beauty with so many different shapes,
But they all lay in such a commonplace.
As I carry these empty shells away with me,
The weight begins to slow me down.
So I sort through them one by one.
Each carries a moment in need,
Each in different places I have found,
And each with a memory that has just begun.
© Copyright: 1997 Ann Rich
