The shore is littered with discarded shells
and past selves:
the sea cast them out on to the land, shedding its skin
to grow a new self.
Yesterday I was someone
and today I am another.
In my concrete garden,
the shells reincarnate
from years old sunbleached sleep
into their second lives,
past dispersed like the universe of sand grains
which once barnacle-clung to them.
But what of me?
Where is me?
📸: my dad