DocAndersen
It feels
as though
racing to where the sky
meets the ocean
we find a missing shell.
One shell
that misplaces
now happily grasped in
our hands joyously raised to the sky
we found the shell.
In that tiny moment
that shell
no longer lost
realizes
it was never lost
that what was lost
was us
found
with a missing shell
where the sky
meets the sea.
Beautiful!
Thanks – my virily queue got a little deep in the past four days. So lot’s of posts today, none the previous three days.