Said The Sands Unto Me

I see hopes rise

High on the blue

And fall, crashing

On the sun-kissed sands.

I see an army

Of ivory rodents

Race to the shore

And disappear.

Just a mass

Of receding, salty froth.

‘I’ve seen them come,

I’ve seen them go.’

Say the sands,

As I scoop a handful

Into my red plastic bucket.

‘Day in, day out.

They know they’re fighting

A losing battle.

But there is always

One more to come.”