The coarse wind filled and emptied
the spiral shell.
“I am the sand” said the shell.
Wind rose as waves laughed.
“I’m waiting for emptiness which has already come”.
Wind paused with distant thunder,
waves were thoughtful.
“There’s no waiting you know”
(We’re not sure who said that).
There was a slight rustling of sand around the shell.
“Well, I’m waiting anyway”
as shell and sand became mixed.
Dogs ran by and were gone.
A speckled gray stone peered up through shallow water.
Waves lapped at the shoreline above it.
“I love my rain girl
and she will empty my emptiness”.
Wind howled, thunder clapped, waves rolled
what a song!
Many flapping wings were heard.
Feet walked the pier and were gone.
“I can swallow streaks of sunlight”
said shell offhandedly.
Clouds shifted, sun brightened.
Exactly one thousand years later
no one listened
as shell became sand.
© Corey Kaup 8/12/95