Thought for Thursday

"Maggie and Millie and Molly and May

went down to the beach (to play one day)

and Maggie discovered a shell that sang

so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,

and Millie befriended a stranded star

who's rays five languid fingers were;

and Molly was chased by a horrible thing

which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:

and May came home with a smooth round stone

as small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)

it's always ourselves we find in the sea.”

E. E. Cummings, American poet 1894-1962