HOUSE OF SAND AND SEA

I spun my house from sea sand

and early morning mist,

filled it with daybreak and evensong,

used beach glass

for all the windows.

I left my roof

open to the sky,

a ceiling of stars and windsong,

seabirds on the wing,

sea fog and ever-changing clouds.

At the shore,

I replenish my stores of peace,

let the sursurration of the waves

wash through my ears, my heart, my being,

till I grow as calm

as the lull between waves,

as strong and silent as the smooth stones

scattered along the shore,

as patient as the sand dollar,

that spins its house

from the sand and grit around it

and carries it

within.

Full of whalesong

and sand and sea,

my heart is its own

little sand dollar home.

I carry it along

with me.

for Sumana's prompt at Midweek Motif: A Grain of Sand. A topic I know a fair bit about. Smiles. I borrowed a few lines from  older writings to make a new poem, since I am not writing much at the moment.