Sand Heart

I found myself at the beach picking up sand to build a castle.

Watched it fall through my fingers as if the 

small particles were pieces of me

falling

falling 

falling.

And I couldn’t fit the pieces together before

the next wave came crashing and pulled everything 

back into the dark, endless ocean.

I see my sand heart 

floating back to me with the next wave,

as if my soul follows the tide now,

swelling with grief, crashing on the shore

and then retreating, swirling back into myself.

Maybe this time I can pick up the right pieces,

fit them together before they slip through my fingers.

The sand starts to mold and I start to put myself back together. 

I turn to admire my work and

The sea spray smells like salt against my back as the wave

comes crashing to take my sand heart back again.