Pendientes concha – tesoros marinos de MIGAYO

Del poema Whelks de Mary Oliver, me quedo con esto:

[…]

But every morning on the wide shore

I pass what is perfect and shining

to look for the whelks, whose edges

have rubbed so long against the world

they have snapped and crumbled –

they have almost vanished,

with the last relinquishing

of their unrepeatable energy,

back into everything else.

[…]

Y aunque recogí una concha y no una caracola, ese atardecer, buscaba los mismos tesoros que ella en su poema