How I did so long without it who can tell?
I find it where I left it at the foot of a cliff.
It’s full of sand and smells of dead fish.
I drag it to a pool and wash it clean.
It soon regains its sheen.
It seems smaller. I’m not so thin.
But I squeeze my way back in.
It feels familiar, warm and safe inside.
I crawl across the shore and wait for the coming tide.