• By Adam Sedia

The Seashell

An errant shape appears upon the sand, Borne from ultramarine depths to wash Among the turquoise waves’ relentless crash Upon another world, a sun-drenched land.

So small it is, yet so ornately planned: A volute swirling to a spire, awash With vibrant hues and iridescent flash. What slimy mollusk’s home should be so grand?

The sea is deep and dark, and stretches wide; Beneath its waves, it cloaks its treasures well. I, small and land-bound, cannot breach its keep.

Yet this appears to me upon the tide, An angel from that other world to tell A small part of the wonders of the deep.

Adam Sedia (b. 1984) lives in his native Indiana, where he practices as a civil and appellate litigation attorney. His poems have appeared in print and online publications, and he has published two volumes of poetry: The Spring's Autumn (2013) and Inquietude (2016). He also composes music, which may be heard on his YouTube channel. He lives with his wife, Ivana, and their two children.