The One Shore Thing – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: mollusk shells at Skippy Rock, Augusta

“To find a seashell is to discover a world of imagination.” Michelle Held

The One Shore Thing

I cling to rock as
to precarious life,
keeping my balance,
holding the ocean inside,
ever self-sufficient in the
salted tides of existence,
a veteran of wind and wave,
I'm the one shore thing to 
be here in all the tomorrows
of gulls and snapper, carrying
the same four walls I was born 
with, ever expanding, just like 
my sense of the world around 
me, that I'm living in a great
adventure one scrape at a time.


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