Shhh

The lids flew wide
Opening seas
Whispering shells
Crackling stones
Mineralizing
Taking stock
Waves break
Crush and smooth
Shhh they say
Into sleep
Breaking dreams
Shhhing everything
Their gentle roar
Inside audible
Making all the changes
In tongues of seas
All made known
In the shhh...
Poring my open

Denis Streeter  12/28/12