This one kind of - I dont know. Crystallized. It needs work (I think). But it means something to me, so...yeah.
every shell
can hear the sound of the sea.
even the smallest,
the weakest and most brittle
echoes with ocean music.
if Love
were an ocean, and I were
a beautiful paua
or a hard-working oyster,
held up to a waiting ear-
would the ocean sing through me?
perhaps I’ll never know.
