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