Sand Castles

Palm trees sway. Birds sing

a sacred song. Sunlight pierces

through stubborn clouds. Waves

kiss the edge of the beach.

Sand castles are built by

innocent hands. They may be

destroyed in a flash when

high tides crash. Memories

will never wash away.

New generations of hands

will build with the same sand.

One day, we will get swept

away by the current and mixed

into an unforeseen future: lost

at sea. We will paddle past

riptides with the end in sight;

we will swim as long as the waves

allow. The shore is no more.

We don’t know what is in store

or what comes next. Eventually,

we will wash up on a beach

and build sand castles with

those who have drifted away.

We will wave goodbye to those

we left. Now, we are at peace,

on the other side of the sea.