Shell

Shell

Listen to the sea , my granddad said

as we stood on the soft white sand .

And he clamped the shell to my ear

like a mobile phone . Listen , he said ,

listen . And we grew silent . It was

at first like listening to a garbled

conversation or the radio between

stations but then it settled — and I could

hear inside this shell which wound back

inside itself like a spiral staircase

the whoosh and wash of a distant sea —

for this one was silent —- and for a moment

it was as if I were an astronomer

listening in through his radio telescope

to the hum of the universe 

28 thoughts on “Shell

  1. Love it, John. So much warmth, father, son and the vastness of the sea and universe.
    For one year I lived inland 150 km from the sea and then I realized it is possible to miss the sea. The smell and that soft background noise. Like that noise you hear in a seashell.

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