I find myself where the sea meets the sand

Tiny holes drilled by sea creatures

Bubbles clinging and swaying in the spray

It is something how the waves wash the sand clean

so quickly, giving life a new start 

Thresholds are like that, places where change can

occur in an instant. There is no holding on here, sand castles

swept away before they have a chance to be inhabited, creating ditches where water seeps in quickly carving tiny canyons

To disrupt the life that is trying to hide

I have been hidden in canyons, I have dug myself deeper

to find tenuous resting places where even just

a child’s bucket could disrupt my world

This is how nature works. This is how life continues. Different every moment.

No saving, only re-forming

I visit the beach

To find myself there in the ever re-forming landscape,

the tide constantly turning, the moon conducting this symphony

of gravity and motion

Conducting the groundedness of my feet on sand

The blood traveling through my vessels

My tributaries of emotions, rising and falling with the tidal sways

I am always where sea meets sand, a little creature

A tiny star