The Shell Hunter
Solitary he went.
Deserving of a thousand glances
He only picked a few
While the hunted
Dolphins giggled close to shore
a party only he could attend
While he wandered
Determined waves applauded
recognition only he could hear
While he searched
A steamy sun saluted
an honor only he could comprehend
Solitary he kept hunting
a journey only he could manage
Each step a possibility
each shell a choice for hope
The hunter's aim always precise
the intent forever human
The result
a collection of grace.
By Elena Arosemena -
Poem was written for a dear friend, Paul Phillips in 2003.
Paul is in heaven with the best shell collection ever ! ! !
