This Shore
I will dig the sand
the wet sand of this shore
I will bury my fingers
deep
and my soul will descend,
descend slowly,
and in silence
the warmth will rise
beneath the skin
I will dig deeper
and I will dig
this shore, which I know
like the palms of my hands.
Here, I have built spacious houses,
apportioned rooms
and accumulated towers of sand
till the tide buries them
and I return
the next day
and build.
Here, I know
I can play
Here, I realize dreams can be buried
and also
grief.
Copyright © Khalid Albudoor | Year Posted 2017
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