Grains of Sand

The sea laps around

Melting the rock I sit on

Watching the horizon

Greedily swallow up the sun

The sand forms outlines of stories below

Each grain a life on earth

This one’s from the shores of Peru

Picked up by a tribesmen

Wondering what to do

And where to go

The land is barren

And his heart too

This one, the shores of Hokkaido

Picked up by a farming man

Who resided in the state of Japan

He picked up the sand

And wondered about the future

Of his plot of land

His family

Melting to the sand

Those grains of sand

picked up by my own hand

I let fall to the sea

From my palm

Where the sand returns

To now known lands

 

 

 

The Lighthouse in the Distance

The sea stings me

As one wave after the other

Tries to push me back

I rub the salt from out of my eyes

And march on forward

Forever forward

The seaweed attempts to tangle me up

In its watery web

The crabs pinch at my toes

Pointing me back towards home

The seagulls swoop low

Shrieking at me

But I can see the lighthouse

It’s so close

Yet so far

House on a Cliff over the Sea

A house by the cliff edge

Leaning towards the sea

A 200 metre drop

The sea sees this as a mockery to it’s power

A clear insult

Sending wave after wave

Each time, begging the cliff

To give him the house

By the cliff edge

 

The cliff denies them

By launching boulders at the sea

In fits of rage

The waves keep begging

Suddenly cottoning on to an idea

The cliff, refusing wave after wave

Not realising

The house slipping down

into the relentless waves

Of the sea

Smacking it’s lips

In anticipation