once i dwelled on the bottom, <br />on the grainy, watery sand, <br />as i sat in the firm security of my shell. <br /> <br />all you could see were my dark eyes, <br />peering into yours, <br />as i sat hidden in the kelp. <br /> <br />today you might see me still, <br />alone on the seafood aisle, <br />as i sit next to a recipe for clam chowder.<br /><br />meredith bullock<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/clam-chowder/
