Part of me will accept the human journey, part of me is still angry. I turn a shell in my hand. Mystery turns in the spirals, we share calcium bones. What happened? I never stop long enough to enter the touch of a broken stone or whirl with a falling leaf. I keep forgetting myself. Do Dad and Cornelius have any idea what happened? Tears well up and trickle down my cheeks. We’ve reduce nature to an attractive backdrop. We are her children. She grew us. I stare sadly into space and look at my shell in the sand. Society says that if we own things we will be happy. I laugh a little inside. Maybe ownership is a way of trying to come back together. The more things I own, the bigger I get.
The sun glows on the horizon. A bowed human shape appears on Fantasie and climbs into the waiting dinghy. T
