Two Lugworms At the Beach

Sitting near the ocean's edge, with my ever present pad and pen, I watch a lugworm burrow down through the muddy cracks and crevices in the wet sand, perhaps creating his own underground moats and castles. And like this lowly lugworm, I, too, burrow down through the sand, searching in every crack, cranny and crevice for just the right word to finish my poem. I run my fingers through the sand, each grain a word.