September 10, 2017

THE SPACE OF SELF


THE SPACE OF SELF

We lie at the coastline of the ocean,
white foam sprays our backs,
ferocious waves roar.
We are tossed and turned by the summer wind
and by the children with their pails to fill
as though we grains of sand were grains of gold.
We lie at the border of water and land.
We neither speak nor conspire to rebel.
Humility comes easily to us.  
“What good are you?” Once asked a beachcomber
sifting for lost change and finding none.
Bathers soften their steps on their swimmer’s walk,
they lie above us on their blankets.
They shade us from the hot sun and the waves.
We have no need for more.


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3 comments:

  1. Wow - I love how you've painted such vivid imagery here Sal :)

    The perspective of sand - its suppleness, its edges, and how it makes me think - why can't we translate this to humanness - what an aspiration!
    I love the line: :"What good are you?" Once asked a beachcomber - really stunning - and this is just an amazing piece! Love how you've composed this.

    thanks for playing the writing prompt this week :)

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  2. I enjoy searching subjects we all hardly notice. Even the sands were created like us by a loving God.

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  3. it's a wonderful piece Sal - and truly, it's visionary to see the creation of everything and note that it all has purpose, really - and isn't much different than us - and perhaps, even smarter than us :)

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