“She showed me on the sand small broken bits of marine matter, driftwood, seaweed, stones, sea birds’ feathers & like black crosses, cormorants clinging to the rocks…along the coast all afternoon, sun & fog waged war. …I took off my shoes beside the fire, sand spilled from them & soon I was falling fast asleep.” — Pablo Neruda
maggie and milly and molly and may went down to the beach(to play one day)
and maggie discovered a shell that sang so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles,
and milly befriended a stranded star whose rays five languid fingers were;
and molly was chased by a horrible thing which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:
and may came home with a smooth round stone as small as a world and as large as alone.
For whatever we lose(like a you or a me) it’s always ourselves we find in the sea –
– ee cummings – Maggie, Milly, Molly & May