The Unforgotten Sand

Sand how she sits with her feet in the water

And a body, all of it, tattooed in footsteps

Sand how she’s second to ocean

How she’s second to motion

But the bed gone

But the bed forgotten

Would take all

Just the same.

Sand with her firm grip

To the tide

To the ride

Of life

All Soft round the edges

Hilly in the dunes

Home to the buried

Crawlers and wriggling

Undercurrents.

Sand how he clings

Like a hold that need not end

How she dances in tiny

Hints of gold

With the wind

On mass

Sand toasted

By sunlight

And soothed by the

Sea and a playground

For Kings and Queens in

Tiny castles where

Anyone is the sculptor.

In the soft fall

In salted bliss

In the smell of

A briny wonderland

And the feel of hope

And....

I will not forget

Who you are.