Grain of Sand

the grain of sand floats, drifts back, then forth


the moon is full


the tide surges in


the waves are


"I am trapped" cried the grain of sand


slowly the water moves the grain of sand


for each slip forward


it slips two back, into the sea


the sea waits patiently


as it has waited for eons


the beach of sand is smaller tonight


the sea will come again


JB Corn

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