seashell collection in a metal bowl

Far from Home

She picks a conch shell out
of the pile in the terra cotta pot.

Thousands of miles from its home
and still the shell spills sand

from its center. She wants to crawl
in, cup a beach in her hands.

Listen to the prose of the ocean—

Tell me about your emptiness.
Tell me about the moonrise.

How blue is your home?