Land and Spirit Poem
By Ryan D B
Published 23 September 2022
Sand beneath my toes
I hold a single grain of sand
The ocean rolling in on the tide
The desert meets the sea on our great land
The light reflects off the water
the sand from cosmic space it swings
the waves look crystal clear
finding comfort in the little things
A storm rolls in over the horizon
the chill in the air starts to bite
the sand forever moves and flows
never putting up a fight
The storm has passed
my footprints press into the sand
the differing shapes and sizes of the grains
running through my hands