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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Wow - I love how you've painted such vivid imagery here Sal :)
ReplyDeleteThe 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 :)
I enjoy searching subjects we all hardly notice. Even the sands were created like us by a loving God.
ReplyDeleteit'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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