The conch sea shell is a reminder always
of where it is she really belongs
of small hands holding the beauty
of ocean waves within its’ confines
hugging her ear & she in awe and wonder
even now when she cradles it closely
and listens longingly and intently
she can see the waves building high
coming to crash along the sandy shore
where seabirds add calls to the score
to a music with a wondrous crescendo
the color of sea salt spraying her skin
the wind picking up the string section
with soprano highs & contralto lows
& a sky of variegated blues the backdrop
connecting the ocean stage to the horizon
unseeing of the stage hands hidden below
but bringing memories of dolphins dancing
upon the ocean stage & the magic of whale song
whose singing plays the melody all the while
she knows with utmost certainty she will return
to the place where she really belongs
© 2017 Renee Espriu
The BeZine 