A fist full of sand
Soggy, foaming from the cold sea
And glass and shells like deposits of gemstones
I sculpt something like a home

The salty air whistles and bellow
The sun solidifies
The moon reveals the llulabys
Cooing in nothingness

The tide remolds, reshapes
I put my body between my home and the sea
I dig a trench, I fortify
Yet the water is frigid

My home erodes

And so it goes
I push sand only for
The tide to take the gems away
But one day

The sea left a gift
In its foam