Sand grains
Caught in my pores
Contain the outdoors
And maintain my glow
Where the water pours.
They shall wash only
With salt water—
More grains to replace
Whatever remains.
I want to capture every joyous life
And sink it into memory.
Let me breathe soon after I think I’m drowning
And explore these waters I seize.
Sand grains—collecting inside me
And each is important
For each one has movement.
One may walk along the beach, make footprints, then leave
Or count and carry every footprint they see.
They’re always crying,
“Do you remember me?”
Yes, I remember you
For you are what makes
The surface of the shore
More complex,
The concave holes that make experience
More convex.