Some Things I Like

Barred Owl (photo taken by me 2/13/26)

  • This poem is modeled after the British poet Lemn Sissay’s “Some Things I Like (A Poem to Be Shouted)”. In the poem, Sissay offers a list of quirky, disparate likes. Yet in the end, Sissay’s list offers a theme — he appreciates the displaced, the discarded. As a child he went from foster home to foster home. He wrote a list that offers memoir too (poem published in Padraig O’Tuama’s Poetry Unbound).


The Olive Shell

Striding through
dappled afternoon light
in the New Jersey Pine Barrens,
I kept pace with my grandmother.

From time to time,
my naturalist grandmother
would call out Latin names
for leafy plants —
Gentiana autumnalis,
Drosera filiformis —
her eyes roaming the details
of petal, stem, color.

My eyes,
however,
rested on my grandmother’s hand,
stuffed deep in her coat pocket.
She smiled at my notice,
withdrawing a perfect glossy seashell.

Small, round, rolled,
the milky shell
bore the stripes of a tiger.
If you are ever worried,
she intoned,
you can give your worries to the shell –
the effect is like magic.


Grandmother handed me her shell.
Keep this in your pocket.
You will find it easier

to carry a small shell
than the weight
of your worldly worries.


Even now,
my thumb
travels over the smooth surface
of the Olive shell,
discarding detritus,
just as my grandmother did
four decades ago.