Monday, May 18, 2009


But a periwinkle swallowed and spit up by the roar, twinkling and still on the shore, listening, dreading more. Suck me deep into the darkest, coldest patches, launch me out towards a choking mouth of sand, but please do leave me alone to wait for it to begin again. Sensing its foamy fingers creeping onshore at midnight, waiting for their first touch (again), I am truly lost to the undertoe long before the water licks my shell.

4 comments:

in another lifetime said...

I know the photo seems unrelated to the passage, but when I stared up at this flag I started feeling, as I always do, like a mere pebble or speck caught up in the pull and push of the world. At times like this I feel connected to my country, I feel almost that we are one and the same, but like I am just like the tiniest, miniscule particle of a cell of this massive body, a body that clumsily hurls itself about.

onesilentwinter said...

sheila incredible truly amazing!

Claire said...

sometimes being part of a body so large in the throes of hurling itself about can be very scary for me.

Beverly Ash Gilbert said...

Wonderful perspective - the smallness and helplessness of being a speck controlled by enormous forces... but also wanting it that way.