Heard in a Seashell One Evening

Relentless sway
Rise and fall
Wet, wet, dry
Shifting tiny things
Cradling the old
Cold and full of life
Warm and empty
Filled with song and movement
Movement, movement
Rising again
Bringing back new life
A cry! An awakening
Hopeful, peaceful, fierce
Fits of rage, necessary
Glassy calm
Creator
Destroyer
Dying, crying, poison! poison!
How can something so small
desecrate
something so beautiful?


tara caribou | ©2020

11 thoughts on “Heard in a Seashell One Evening

        1. I’m alright. Just got the springtime blahs… already mourning the passing of winter. Moody as fuck. Sitting at the beach for hours helps. So does watching the wild bunnies that hang out on my property. So it’s not all bad. 😌

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