Poem: Beach Wave Sand, by Pearl Shaw

A wave of water on the beach
She is always sand.

She uncurls her neck,
swan stretching to sunrays
strong like a blade of grass
she pushes through soil
emerging
nourished by dew and rain
crushed by a footstep
pressed against herself
blade in the mud
waiting for sun’s rays to
draw her close,
beckon her,
to rise and embrace
life itself.
“I am dawn and sunset every day”
Nothing changes but every thing
always.
“I brace myself, embrace myself”
but will doesn’t change ocean’s waters.
Waves falling on the beach
violent and calm
with or without tossed rocks
Offerings from the deep —
She is always sand —
Old, wise, and elemental.

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