Find the door early in life that will lead you into your future.
Stand in the sand—
meet the vast ocean in your bare feet
where the relentless salt waters the shore
pounding it in forgiving rhythm.
Washing my soul this way
with tide pools left behind,
archiving hermit crabs
in miniature mother-of-pearl spirals.
All that she claimed as sacred in her life,
are as the artefacts for a future art gallery.
As a child, she collects the rocks,
shells and seaweed of the shore for her museum;
seastars are the lights of Stella Maria.
Later, as a gallery attendant, she leads us on a tour
of the museum of human life, its first conceptionthrough final breath and beyond.