I am the shell within the shell

I am the balloon that stretches then shrinks

You find me in woman but not in man

An ear inside me hears the infinite ocean

I am the athlete that squeezes the future

A pear upside down

Unoccupied, I follow the moon

I am the house

in which sisters and brothers live

one at a time

or perhaps more

Empty or full

I ride above

a scroll of eggs waiting

for warm missionaries