A Thousand Pieces, A Thousand Sizes

A Thousand Pieces, A Thousand Sizes

I am damp sand
on the high part of a coast
where the water barely
and rarely licks.

I am obscure, never quite dried by the sun;
unable to sift through wandering toes-
I don’t contain warmth and I’m too dry to be moldable;
only good for a quickly crumbled castle-
I am scattered like rubble;

A thousand pieces, a thousand sizes.

I pray that each time
the ocean comes; that each time
it calls its waters back--
I will come loose and go with it.

Grain by grain, may I be
lost in its rapturous waters.


Nic said...

i really like this.