Inspired by Karen McRae’s Shell Games
Washed up with the flotsam and jetsam,
nestled against the gravel along the shore-
some tiny, translucent and tender as babies fingernails,
bright and smooth, newly born.
Others dark and rough, exteriors
striated from years of water and wind,
pock marked and peeling,
treated harshly by the worlds elements.
An arduous existence inscribed with each line,
etched in every deep furrow.
Yet unfolded, a dull gloss and shine
Signifying the years of thoughtful calcium carbonate,
Lustrous nacre pearlized hidden treasure,
Building an interior life of light-
Years of experience growth wonder-
An example of a life well lived.
Kathleen G. Everett @ 2012