The Search

The Search

Along the tide line
to find the special shell
he walks.
For days that shell,
in fine condition,
has been hiding.

But time
is not wasted;
the sun rises
and sets,
sometimes brilliantly
sometimes not.
Terns and Plovers
with fledglings
as well as Gulls,
scurry, fly
and leave footprints,
during the sun's heat
and sleet's sting.

Ah! There's that shell.
So, the search,
is it done?
No!

There's still that
other shell to find.
All those shells
to find before
the search is done.