listen - hear no sound, feel only wind on its way, ghostly nothings, but hush to sharp wings of ocean birds so fraying as they cut the sky, shuttle to fairways, far aways, in plaintive cries, i hear what they say, sailing into the jeweled skylights, but i am only weight of air, still on ground, i mumble out, sidle the bone tides that roll to land, grains of clarity, i am mist and tear, a world of hollow, i am that sound - of ocean in a shell.