Sandbox

by michaelcahill

I doubt any of my school chums
have THIS MUCH SAND
I imagine I could build
                       a city out of it
                                if I had the time
            or maybe a tropical island hideaway
                                if the ocean decided to finally
                   arrive

~~~~~

I remember when the ocean wasn't out there
at the end of the sand
or maybe I didn't notice it

I notice it now
and it calls to me
the sand has its appeal
but vastness and mystery

well …

~~~~~

sometimes I wonder if there ever was
a strip of sand to walk on
at the end of the ocean
I'm sure my memory is clear
I wasn't born here at sea

~~~~~

the horizon is thrilling now
for something pierces it
something familiar

something safe

~~~~~

there is sand everywhere
but still the ocean attacks
as though it plans to recapture me
I retreat from the greedy hands of the water
as they grasp at me

I hear the ocean cursing at me
for what, I cannot say
and it's accusations are but whispers
as it retreats to regroup its assault

I know I'm safe now
surrounded by sand
far from the sea I once foolishly
breached

I wonder why I would ever enter
such a dangerous place

~~~~~

the sand surrounds me but there is
little room

I stare out
just looking
something was out there once
I know that

~~~~~

the space is small and confining
me and a small bit of sand
nowhere to go
no reason to be

~~~~~

I once had school chums

I wonder ...

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