Channeled Whelk

A friend brought me a gift from the sea.
It might be the shell of a channeled whelk,
it’s hard to tell.

You might expect a seashell
offered to you as a gift
to be perfect.

This shell is broken and burnished.
Its graceful internal curve intact
with a few remnants of other shells
and a small stone lodged within its spiral.

How long did it serve as a home
for living creatures? And once abandoned,
how long did it tumble
in the salty sea and sand?

This shell is weathered and worn,
burnished and beautiful
as are we two old friends, and all of us
who live on
in our slowly evolving forms.

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Lynn lives with her husband in a house that he built, where the edge of town meets the edge of the woods. She was raised in a big city, and now finds peace and inspiration walking the dog and hiking the trails near her home. The birding is wonderful, trees abundant, water plentiful. Lynn practices Yoga, shares what she learns with others and can't imagine aging without it. Lynn and her husband share the endless love in their hearts with their son, their daughter, their son-in-law, daughter-in-law, and their granddaughter.

Lynn Packham Larson
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