Day 25
on the window sill
a large pink conch sleeps
until I raise it to my ear to hear
the shush of the sea as it breathes
molecules of shell, fine filaments of krill
and tiny silver fish that slide through surf
a million tiny butter knives winking
Quillfyre 
Love everything in this, Carol! I can imagine myself doing this right now. Peaceful.
Thanks! I was inspired in part by a Canadian poet, Jason Heroux, who writes wonderful poems that are a shade off kilter.
Very rich use of words, ‘filaments of krill’ wow!
thanks, Gilly! your comments always make me smile and happy to be posting.