Hermit crabs
Ichiro and Sylvia
living in a Rubbermaid bin filled with dirt
Buried
Emerging only
at night
Not that I expected them to snuggle in our laps
like kittens
But the occasional pinch
might be nice
Crustaceans, a gust
riling
our seemingly placid sea
He and I argued over
Money
My lack of forethought
His absence
other things
Sunday night
I extracted my soul
from the shell of my body
and laid it out
Seething
hands terrified, flapping birds
Eyes streaming
The most uncalculated, honest
baring of fear and hopelessness I’d given way to
Then I went limp
like a jellyfish
(or naked hermit crab)
splayed across sand
He set me back in the water
calmer now
and paddled out after me
Again I find that the words won't come to express to you how lucky I feel to have somehow, somewhere discovered your blog and how awesomely gifted you are with words.
Posted by: Bev | March 02, 2011 at 12:07 PM
I second what Bev said.
Posted by: Laura from the Chi | March 02, 2011 at 02:40 PM
Thanks for sharing that. I'm drooling. More please :-)
Posted by: Carrie | March 02, 2011 at 11:22 PM
Gorgeous. We are listening.
Posted by: Vanessa McGrady Spiller | March 03, 2011 at 07:43 AM
Wow...
Posted by: Parul | March 03, 2011 at 02:30 PM
Yes!
Posted by: m | March 03, 2011 at 03:26 PM
Aw, thanks you guys.
Posted by: All Adither | March 03, 2011 at 05:58 PM
Powerful!
Posted by: kcinnova | March 03, 2011 at 09:05 PM