Snail

a poem of recognition

Michelle Berry Lane
Jan 31 · 2 min read
photo © Michelle Lane, 2021

As a child, I lived in many houses, twelve in seventeen years.
I was accustomed to turmoil, chaos and reorder,
the rhythm of packing, carrying, unpacking
all of my winnowed things.

I am ever drawn toward containers:
painted boxes, baskets, bowls, empty shells and fossils
all with the capacity to hold
beloved…