Ours is a magical love affair
You bring me gifts, shimmering shells of gold and green.
You whisper sweet calm to me all through the day
Misty memories of a happy childhood dream
But yesterday you were angry, and into the night.
I woke to your roar
waves still crashing
Churning up sand, not one shell unbroken
What made you so upset?
Was it something I said?
Is it the trash I throw at you?
Is it the pollutants I use and put in you as if by doing so makes it magically disappear?
Is it the plastic bags, the plastic knives
That end up as a noose or a spear
Around the neck or in the heart of one of your own
Who innocently trust that you give them a safe place to live?
You’ve always loved me so well, but have I truly loved you?
– Allison Stevens