Return To the Sand

Whipping, whisking Winter wave Cast high on the sand One shell Alone in the night Has found its grave Windy, whirling Washing white So small on the beach One Shell Halves stretched in prayer No God in sight Shifting, shimmering Scouring sand Stripped of color One shell Naked and forgotten Is left to stand Dreaming, Darkness Drowsy death Its time at hand One shell Gives to the shore Its dying breath