Sea Call

Have you ever put your ear

to the sea

inside a shell?

Do you hear the wash

and sigh of waves held

in this small round room?

 Imagine. . .

curving walls

rubbed thin by salt.

Sunlight

filters through in

wavy stripes

up a spiral staircase

delicate as glass

and tough as old stone,

each step a little smaller

than the last

more tightly curled,

 until you reach a tiny attic...

I have a secret

deep and hidden blue.