Movement At the Sea

Melodic are the waves, white foam across the sand Spreading like fingertips, reaching along the land Moving tiny grains and pieces of shell Tumbling inward, as the tide begins to swell Not a fragment of life is discounted by the sea Where everything is something, as tiny as can be The sand is dried by the heat of the sun As the wind turns it into, blown dunes for fun Where fragments build scenic views at the sea All from something, as tiny as can be Heidi Sands 5/25/19