In this miniature world I found by the sea,
I found anemone and her pulled-in reaction to me.
Hermit crab makes his way, with the weight of the house on his back. Tiny smooth stones everywhere-underwater and out,
worn by the relentless surf and now soft, gentle with the callouses on the soles of my feet,
pleasing in the palm of my hand as they are rolled over and over.
Yellow-green kelp, swaying in constant motion, in time with the tide, not resisting but accepting the pull and demands.
This microcosm held all the instruction I needed for the day in its inimitable soul-feeding way.
I found anemone and her pulled-in reaction to me.
Hermit crab makes his way, with the weight of the house on his back. Tiny smooth stones everywhere-underwater and out,
worn by the relentless surf and now soft, gentle with the callouses on the soles of my feet,
pleasing in the palm of my hand as they are rolled over and over.
Yellow-green kelp, swaying in constant motion, in time with the tide, not resisting but accepting the pull and demands.
This microcosm held all the instruction I needed for the day in its inimitable soul-feeding way.