Sand

I was just there

where the sand gets hot

and longs for feet to kick it toward

the water

and the water never apologizes

for being too big

or too small

or too cold

or too salty

it carries the sand on the tide

part gravity

part magic

that single grain of sand

that started the day on the dock

makes it's way to the sea

to the surface

of a bubble

in a wave

light above

light below

swirling

breaking through water

it's caught in the fragment of a shell

in the bathing suit of a toddler

on the board of a surfer

and makes it's way back home