The Shell

Vishnupriya 

I listened to the shell 

the surf left a whisper in,

I’d heard it when the spring fronds

by the lake kissed each other

And baby turtle reclaimed the rustling green

under the Dogwood tree for its bassinet.

Then the beach sands made me 

a bed to soak in the love

the ocean was sending me

with its open arms.

I longed to get lost and taste

the briny wind on my face like a surfer

Not hear my echoes but new ones around 

Moving further and further away.