small poems & small plates
Shells of the future, shells from the past. Enclosures which hold onto, or let go, of their treasure. It seemed the logical progression from the wall by the sea to the sand by the sea, so we left the wall and walked along the sand, looking at shells. She remembered her poem about souls being like shells, floating just under the water's surface, empty or full, always in motion, in and out of the light.