Heels break into soft waves
looming forward like white
tipped mountains
on the horizon.
They ripple at my feet,
circling in and out again
like a scared animal.
Footprints fade away
into the blue.
As a small mud covered boy works
tirelessly to make a castle.
While I stand,
but a still droplet on an endless ocean.
I could stay here forever,
but I will leave soon
and come another day
to find the sand empty,
no footprints
or castles.
It is as if the boy and I never
did exist.
So what is the point of this day?
Without me
the sand, the waves would stay the same
now…forever.
So why are there so many
jagged stones, glass, bones
if I will soon be buried,
forgotten.
Yet then without the ocean
broken glass would be
thrown away.
But on the shore
it is a gem
that gleams in my hand,
in my heart.