Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Sand III



I headed down a path
but when I turned around
it was gone
So I looked ahead and
kept walking
like a new bride going
down her aisle
A virgin going
into the ocean
into heaven
into hell
into nothing

Fear shells crumble
as the ocean pulverizes them
Crab thoughts skitter
as birds peck their flesh
the seaweed
tangles in heaps of
dreams gone awry

The tide does not discriminate
It will take me out
or the quick of the sand
if I remain too long

Seagull veils
scream their train chant
attached to my back
but I can not understand
their language, their messages

I just keep going
toward
leaving my disappearing
footsteps behind.....


2010 Rozanna Landavazo