When i place a shell to my ear and listen with all my might
it seems to me
I hear the sea.
Does the sea notice me?
Shells are the sea urchins debris and
not disposed of thoughtfully.
A past home for a crawling thing.
A shelter from the cold.
The urchin looked elsewhere and
vacated it as it was old.
The shell unloved.
Friendless and forlorn.
Whispers of days gone by.
Memories of the sea.
Through My Eyes 