Conch

i curl myself inside
the conch
and listen to the hum
of the ocean
inside my blood.

walk me to the shore, love.
walk me there and
watch me descend.
the water curls around me.

i like the way
the kelp weeps:
vertically
reaching skyward
seeking a false heaven.
i cry with the fronds
and i can't tell my tears
from the sea.
i take their invisible hands
and make my way up,
my lungs and my heart
weighing me down no longer,
and we find the sun.

December 17, 2003

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