What Lives Have I Touched
By brentsrich
Surf and foam A single grain Pushed, lifted Carried, placed Ebb, flow Each with purpose Tread lightly For often the sand is hot And here or there a gull will pass The breeze will blow A spray, a call Cloudburst, sunshine What impact that speck? Pressed against the rising tide Caught in a swirl of wind Sun bleached, time worn Alone in The motionless swell Built upon A single grain I'm often struck by the feeling of being both whole and a part of something much larger. Written March 15th, 2000 © on Jul 16 2001 11:17 PM PST, Rich Brents 0 • 1 • 12
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