"caracola" (snail)

They have brought me a snail.

Inside it sings
a map-green ocean.
My heart
swells with water,
with small fish
of brown and silver.

They have brought me a snail.
--Federico Garcia Lorca

This short but delicious poem is sitting on my computer at school. It was given to me by a sweet student named Ros. S. on "poem in your pocket day"
Today I read it for the first time since May.

Isn't it epiphonic (is that a word?) and delightful when you put something away for awhile--whether you lose it, leave it, bury it, fly from it, hide it or just let it rest that you can pick it up again after a time and it still has meaning, brings joy, offers peace and solace, stirs memory or even better-- offers something new to you?

I think that when sudden life changes occur, by taking time away from what they actually mean for our lives we can begin to interpret them--our lives and ourselves in a fresh, new way.

This poem seems to have a much more rich and subtle meaning to me today than it did when I first read it in May.

Thanks to all who contributed to making that happen. I love you all.