Inside a shell, there was a sea
holding all the world’s blue waters.
But it was also half full of drought.
All she’d ever known was drought,
but ear to the shell, she heard the sea,
the circling cadence of the waters.
Caroline released the waters
and left a shell now full of drought
and threw it deep into the sea.
Sea waters stall the birth of drought.
After yesterday’s attempt at a sestina, I decided to try the related tritina, which seems to offer a bit less rope with which to hang oneself.