Hermit Crab

Oh crab with no permanent home

you know truth

that we inhabit shell after shell

only as a means

to our true identity.


You shed your home so readily.

As you grow you take up

a new conch or snail abode.


Only the Beloved can ease my grip

on this temporary flesh and blood house.

Only my Beloved can show me

the love that I am.

Image: U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service

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