The Ear's Anatomy

The concha collects
vibrations from your lips.
Pressure waves
pushing across the space.
Shell named, shell shaped, shell taste,
as tongue's tip touches
and traces the pocket
where whispers and wishes wash up.
Concha bowl that resonates
at the place of
fricatives and sibilants,
so that as years slip-slide
to questions of
"What's that?" & "Come again."
or even a graceless, "Huh?",
I can cup a hand behind my ear
(perhaps bumping my glasses skew)
to enhance, enlarge, to amplify
the soft secrets
you still speak to me.