It's Always Ourselves we Find in the Sea

Rice crispies.

Well, it's turning out to be a poetical sort of a weekend. Today I went to Crammond, which I think needed. I am, after all, an island girl, and sometimes I just sort of need to be by the sea to start finding my way again. ee cummings was quite right: "For whatever we lose(like a you or a me) it’s always ourselves we find in the sea":

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