Beach

I was on the beach today

Another memory to wash away

Tide coming in

Hesitantly creeping up on frozen traces

Of memories, games

Of so much energy, joy

Usually joy, on a beach like this

If these grains had memories

If they could speak –

More voices than stars in this galaxy

As relevant, or not –

What would they say?

How, for a time, they had silent fun

As we impressed upon them

Now the tide is closer, more confident

Soon the memories will be gone

The grains will be washed and

Tomorrow will like glistening and seemingly innocent once more

Waiting

For more memories

For another perfect lifetime

Of a day

9/sept/20:13