the sand seeps between my toes,
and as it tickles my skin, my nerves, me
i wonder what the sand might look like
if it rose above my knees, my hips, my chest, my head.
i wonder what the sand might look like
(more)
if it made waves like the ocean water
(after all, for so long, it had been sitting there
alongside the ocean water--surely, with a mind,
it might come to admire it, or despise it--
or, at the very least, entertain the idea of being it)
i wonder what the sand might look like
if it rose so high,
and traveled so far,
that it swallowed whole cities.
well, at the very least, it'd look quite
weird.(less)
