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
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