Far Below in Salt Sea Depths
Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem
Why shells that sound of seas are pink inside
So often is a mystery. Why not
A Caribbean blue? And why not dyed
With whitest foam, Atlantic, widely caught
In summer sunshine there in seashore tides?
It must be Providence has opted for
That seashell pink, or DNA provides
A science in this beauty.On the floor
Of oceans something must insist upon
This pinkness, this in spite of weighty dark
Below the waves. A notion of pink dawn
Is somehow brought down there below the shark.
..Perhaps the creatures there cannot forego
….The intimations of Tahiti’s sunset glow.
