Shadows Become Clear

An ordinary glance transfixed onto an ordinary clam 
soft bud rigid, plain but interesting 
curiosity runs throughout an intricate brain 
the touch feels damp though the shell is just as others
the mind loses curiosity, drops the clam
days fly, like geese in flocks 
a mind with pure simplicity 
stares at the dull clam, with curiosity as well
as the clam rises the curiosity deepens 
it is acknowledged like a model to a photographer 
the eyes observe a tedious item but the mind notices a beauty 
not even the wisest could comprehend 
the clam cracks apart 
revealing a glossy, delicate, treasure 
it lays upon the hands of the Caring and humble 
though never upon the careless