At the Coastline

In the one ear of the fisherman, who is all 
One ear, the wood doves are singing a single song 
Wallace Stevens



Washed up upon this simple shore, you find
as you were expected to, a shell as big as a house

to fit a tiny crab, who guards with quiet intent
his nacreous front door – and you are tentatively

inclined to knock, all too aware the private
nature of things to be about their own business

as it was a business of your own brought you
bare foot to the high water of a desolate coast

at the margins of your troubled mind –
this you know, yet still inclined to knock.



Day 2 ~ SHORE

Anmol is hosting The Tuesday Platform at The Imaginary Garden, looking at metaphors, quite perfectly in tune with my channeling of Wallace Stevens in Week One of NaPoWriMo 2019.