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
Dying, crying, poison! poison!
How can something so small
Something so beautiful?

tara caribou | ©2020-23

Read this and more in my poetry book, Four.

17 Comments on “Heard in a Seashell One Evening

  1. If it is true
    what they say
    of every dark cloud
    that it has within
    something silver bright
    if that is so, then
    must it also be
    in every bright cloud
    something dark
    does also abide?
    And pondering that
    I find a song playing
    in that inner ear
    of clouds seen
    from both sides

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