Alchemy

The call punches the air

Announces its presence with authority

Challenging, forcefully saying I’m here

I have power

But its also a calling out

Imploring

She raises the conch to her lips again

Transforms gentle breath

Into clarion cries

Letting the notes linger and fade

Waiting for a distant response

Or simply waving to sister islands

To the north and south

Thrust like a spear across timeless miles

To echo in those places

That have heard its song

David Trudel  © 2013