The
Sandbox
I plant myself in the sand
And build existence on the beaches
As the shimmering spray
Scintillates my spirited mind.
I bury my fingers in the coarse soup
I knead it; I meld with it;
I scoop it up in my busy fists
And pound it into glorious creation.
A sparkling new universe
At my fidgety fingertips…
A realm of infinite possibilities.
My grand experiment; my pride and joy;
The product of my godly mind;
My wonder to behold
Until the tides of time come crashing in
To wash my canvas blank…
And then my games begin again.
I enjoyed reading this poem. All of life's plans are just one wave away from being dashed.
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