Hermit Crabs And Groundhogs Poem by Susan Lacovara

I envy the hermit crab
Peeking out into the light of day
Dragging himself
And all his belongings
Along the surf kissed shore
Without question
On the move

And should he tire of trolling
Simply tucks inside
Finding shadows of shade
And a shut off valve
To the interruptions
Of the turning tides

I would carry my humble house
Upon my back
If no good reason stopped me
Valises of very good intentions
Of keeping myself afloat
Against the changing currents

Spending just enough hours
In the shared sun of others
Before snuggling into a coiled confinement
Of a shell I call my own space