You think I’ve stayed home all my life,
moving at snail’s pace, sneakily living off
another’s labour? You think I’ve nought
to leave behind but empty shell? Come:
study me. Take my chambered shell apart.
Brace yourself for whirlwinds
coiled at my heart.
from Shell(Insomniac Press, 2007), copyright© Olive Senior 2007, used by permission of the author and the publisher.