seashell

each one a
seashell,
dices tú


pink and blue
                        luminous
                                                magnetic
creased with the intoxicating mystery
of foreign shores


a ride through warm shallows
before
closing tight around you:
a blind journey
over coarse black sand
in a countryless sea.


you emerge
                        a damaged pearl
to cast your barnacled armor back into an ocean
of oblivion


brine pools around you saltier
than tears
as you sit again to wait


2005