A spiritual woman
Is an oyster shell
On the outside
There is a huge ocean

She is strong
Like a giant Greek statue
That pours out the Hellespont
Into the Mediterranean
From a jug
And Europe and Asia are her epaulettes

When the summer solstice
Lines up
With the standing stones
She glass
And the light
Flashes off her

Waking along the beach
You might pick her up
And in her shell
Are little dolls house windows
And inside
A pearl is making the bed

But she doesn’t know
That she is spiritual
It doesn’t occur to her
As she does the shopping
For her neighbour
That the bells
Ring for her