Caye's Calling

An old tin,

red and worn,

hides some of my most favorite of traveling trinkets.

Mostly seashells.

A few coins from foreign countries.

Stick pearls. Beach trash.

Old washed-up poker chips,

bleached from the sun.

A snapshot of a fence made of surfboards...

when you had to print your photos

with film, paper, and patience.

Before electronics were *smart*

and the internet was something

you had to have a library card to use.

This is a tin of me.

A hinged glimpse into who I wanted to be,

when I wasn't being me.

I feel it as a long-lost echo,

 hollering down the hall.

And I can just barely hear it still.

Now I stand in one place,

for awhile.

Staring at that tin.

Soaking up the filtered sunshine in my studio.

Remembering that there was a time

I was unafraid of change.

In fact, I was addicted to it.

I was restless, wreckless, and stupid.

I miss that me sometimes.

and I miss the ocean.

....

*Caye's Calling*

Tibetan Turquoise,

chosen for it's likeness 

to the color of the caribbean.

Original and one of a kind acid etching in sterling silver.

Hung from a 16" sterling link chain.