By Adam Sedia
The Seashell
An errant shape appears upon the sand, Borne from ultramarine depths to wash Among the turquoise waves' relentless crash Upon another world, a sun-drenched land.
So small it is, yet so ornately planned: A volute swirling to a spire, awash With vibrant hues and iridescent flash. What slimy mollusk's home should be so grand?
The sea is deep and dark, and stretches wide; Beneath its waves, it cloaks its treasures well. I, small and land-bound, cannot breach its keep.
Yet this appears to me upon the tide, An angel from that other world to tell A small part of the wonders of the deep.
Adam Sedia (b. 1984) lives in his native Indiana, where he practices as a civil and appellate litigation attorney. His poems have appeared in print and online publications, and he has published two volumes of poetry: The Spring's Autumn (2013) and Inquietude (2016). He also composes music, which may be heard on his YouTube channel. He lives with his wife, Ivana, and their two children.
Adam Sedia