O, how the world's edges meet,
Living waters caressing the land.
To touch it, hand to sand, life to life,
To have its granules mold to my flesh...
I am part of this landscape, it contains me.

         Even so... (I sigh)...

I know what it is like to be so fragile.
The ocean's power overcomes my little hand
And washes my molded print away,
My identity is taken out to sea (and beyond),
But...I am not lost, I am not alone.
The forever ebb and flow incorporates ME.