Oyster Shell Necklace

I didn’t fill the bay 

or make the rocks 

I didn’t.

Hear Tassie’s haunted 

wasn’t sure how I’d feel 

I feel.

Water in your welcome 

the clouds, the blood 

water.

All feeds all 

mud oysters, mutton birds

all feeds.

Parting gift 

shell in your hands

now in my hands 

on your neck 

now on my neck.

Safe travel 

with shell stringed close 

heartbeat close.