Shell Swirl

I see the swirl of your life
in this shard of shell,
in the marble of this sea-polished
agate,
your endless energy shines.

I hear your voice in the pound and
diminishing symphony of sand,
each wave collapses
in salty forte’-diminuendo.

I feel your caress in the wind,
steady provision of radiant sun.

So what of these gathering clouds,
the rain?
They come and go,
in your circuit
return again,
forest mosses green and grow,
here, in another shell.