from boardwalks buried
in the bed of that steep dune
you step on the beach –
*
sandscapes shift, air-borne,
you’re a visitor here, as
timelessly moving
*
as sea waves wash off
infinite fictions of earth –
mere specks on a spot in space.
*
Omm
october 2017
What lovely steps and sand… and a fine sentiment to boot. Yes, we are mere speck-like visitors, just like those polished grains. I particularly like the second person treatment, which draws the reader right onto those steps… could almost feel the sand twixt me toes.
Thanks much for you sandy thoughts – I’m sure you know that your Zand surname means sand in Dutch, so this haiku chain is doubly apt and apposite!