Shannon Holden Photography

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
-e.e. cummings

It’s falling a cold, steady rain in Atlanta tonight, and I’m dreaming of warmth and sun and sand. Anyone out there dreaming with me?