I’ve climbed inside a seashell once,
to swim within the sea swell,
a notion without mooring called,
a song just like the roaring of an ocean.
I dived beneath the surface twice,
to deepen all my purpose,
each season’s lyric to alight,
a glance from each azure, sapphiric beacon.
They swam to me in schools of three,
like pools of leeward sea spray,
so, lift a seashell to the wind,
to play the three-word song which I have whispered.