Yesterday was a raucous day in politics as the country tries to reconcile the need for leaving Afghanistan and the President’s botched plan on how to retreat, surrender, and withdraw, leaving countless people behind enemy lines, perhaps for the first time in our country’s history. Certainly there is blame, plenty of blame to go around. There was chaos, insensitivity, and obvious blunders, and there is palpable fear as we approach the twentieth anniversary of 9/11.
It’s a good day to go to the beach. These are two poems from my newest book, “Seashell Saga” just published.
Chambered nautilus,
I long to find you
Washed up to my shore
But not until you’ve completed
Your destiny–
To hold, to nurture,
To protect and to guide
As every good parent should.
May your offspring
Call you blessed too.
Channeled Whelk
Stretching, outgrowing my sanctuary
I abandon my strangling abode
Creating a broad chapel
Chancy, Frightening,
Yet satisfying to stretch
To expand to an abbey
Then constructing a cathedral.
Traveling
Tumbling
Searching
Days, weeks, months, years, eons
Until Destiny carries
One of my temples
To Kaley’s
Little red pail.
See a marvelous film: Mollusk leaving chanelled shelk:’https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=djyiighnaQQ.
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