kiddle
I am the shell within the shell
I am the balloon that stretches then shrinks
You find me in woman but not in man
An ear inside me hears the infinite ocean
I am the athlete that squeezes the future
A pear upside down
Unoccupied, I follow the moon
I am the house
in which sisters and brothers live
one at a time
or perhaps more
Empty or full
I ride above
a scroll of eggs waiting for
sailors
on a warm and winding sea