ESSAY June 2023 - Untitled - Jim D., Massachusetts, USA

It’s my pity party I want to host So I walk along the wintry coast The foamy sea greets the sandy beach The former snail homes, within my reach and The clumps of black seaweed, all doth teach When I feel unworthy or afraid Mother Nature’s here to save the day She whispers something that I quite relish: It’s good to be a little shellfish  So why not call on me and ask for kelp?