Ballad of the Hermit Crab 11/08/2007 05:01:00 AM


I trudge along

Unmindful of the morning's mist

And wearied throughout the night

Within the mangrove's roots

I seek out a new home

I ponder the empty shell

I ease myself out

Vulnerable in my nakedness

As I transfer to my new home

I trudge along again

Amidst the weeds of the sea

Alone, yet carrying my home with me

-jara-

(c. 2007)