once i dwelled on the bottom,
on the grainy, watery sand,
as i sat in the firm security of my shell.
all you could see were my dark eyes,
peering into yours,
as i sat hidden in the kelp.
today you might see me still,
alone on the seafood aisle,
as i sit next to a recipe for clam chowder.
meredith bullock
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/clam-chowder/
