Shells
Shells
Empty shells on the beach,
telling stories of small creatures...
here and gone.
The beauty of their passing,
not lost on the open-hearted.
Love comes and goes.
It hurts all the time.
You can not live without it.
You can barely live with it.
Time is moving too fast.
We need a place to slow down,
and consider the day.
Nowhere on the path is there
a chance for respite.
There is only the landscape...
speeding by,
or is I that am going...
too fast?
I long to know what tomorrow is...
The night has not been kind.
The clock on the wall is past the hour,
but the light of dawn has not broken the sky...
in two.
I wish that I could go home.
I wish that I had a home I could carry on my back.
Then I would always be home until I die.
Then there would just be the shell.
A. Foster, Ann Foster, Annette Foster
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