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.