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
I love your poem Alchemy, thank you again 🙂 Aloha HA
Thanks so much Hilarie Ann! Aloha and looking forward to another conch excursion.