Inspired by Georgia O'Keefe's Shell and Shingle VI, 1926

Wind moves within mist attaching itself
to an aimless, floating branch reconciled
to an increased heaviness of waves as
they search the shore for an empty seashell
to fill with a new secret, but only
shells with small mouths that will not repeat it.

Wind stretches it's fingers beneath mist's light
gray scarf scented by undulating sprays
of wild blackberries. Exposed by flashed light
as it covers the empty seashells, mist
rubs pieces of sand. A superstition
to stop revelations. Hopping on top
of an empty seashell a small cricket
plays it's song which echoes beyond the morning.