Sonnet #324

We call the hard ones strong but they 

Are not. The jagged cliffs are shaped by sea

The wind blows down all the mighty trees 

And we sit upon the beach and sea spray

Tickles our noses where the wind catches

The drops, and we bask in that cool water

And swim among the reefs, fish scatter

And they are so small, so delicate, patches

Of light glistening and alive and so small

And all our strength all our hardness breaks

Upon the beach, where tiny sand’s pull

Gently holds us up and swallows us, takes

As much as it carries of our skin cells,

The tiniest worms devour the mightiest who make