Fragments

Slow and slumberous,
Waves heavy with the promise
Of winter and rest
Course through water
That claims sunlight

And takes it deep
Below the surface
Where sea water stays warm,
Wrapping itself around
The sun’s light,

Enfolding it
Deep into itself,
Depositing evidence
Of its power
At our feet

In the fragments
Of shells:
Mysterious life
Combining sand and salt and water
With living light

In a dance that turns and turns
Spiraling upward
Always upward
To that source,
To life,
And giving it solid shape,
However fragile.

All of this makes me wonder
What it means
To be

A simple organism.