Have you ever played with sand?
Cupped your hands to hold it
and thrown it up and down?
Watched the wispy whimsicality
in cascades of golden grains
growing into forlorn, fleeting shapes
for the smallest fraction of a second?
Ag! Not everything’s a poem,
although there is poetry in everything
when you look at it anew.
He found a new way to see the beach,
up close and coarse,
leaving only the rest of life to figure out.
Just play with sand sometime,
it could be fun.