AnOceanNotion

Sometimes you wake up to a dark worldcurled
up and still sleeping
like a baby.

You lean over it fillingspilling
with unaccountable-
tenderness.

Star faded shores of night's yawningdawning
strewn with pretty brown shells.

Picking one up to hold close to your earhear
the ocean's roarpouring-
(and how)

Now!