Sand

Grains shed imperceptibly. From my sand sculptures. So they are always coming apart, slowly. I like to build turtles. And cats too. I use sand first. Then water. Just enough water. But water is fickle. I must work fast, before the ocean calls the sand back into the water. The sand becomes my art gallery. My creations draw crowds for photos. A cat, a turtle. Flip flops, a car. Whatever my mind decided on. But the sea has decided something different. It wants its sand back. Like a person who left their keys on the counter. The water will always come back. For the sand that gives the ocean depth.