The Sea Shell

I have hidden inside a sea shell

but forgotten in which. 


Now daily I dive, 

filtering the sea through my fingers, 

to find myself. 

Sometimes I think 

a giant fish has swallowed me. 

Looking for it everywhere I want to make sure 

it will get me completely. 


The sea-bed attracts me, and 

I’m repelled by millions 

of sea shells that all look alike. 

Help, I am one of them. 

If only I knew, which. 


How often I’ve gone straight up 

to one of them, saying: That’s me. 

Only, when I prised it open 

it was empty.

-Marin Sorescu-