Shells flutter
Shells
flutter in the blue,
pull on invisible
strings
linking up
to the stars; faint
moonlight
converse flickers.
This speckled
carpet undulates,
reflective,
blinking morse code
messages to
the sleeping fish,
deep depths
impenetrable.
Seaweed mats
creep out
catch driftwood
cracking.
The air
curves quiet, birdless,
all sound sacred
to the sea,
this gentle
swish of motion
hungering
for dawn’s rays
to awaken
this stillness,
bring everything
back to life.
Copyright Vickie
Johnstone, February 27, 2021
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