– A Poem by Roxanne Harris
When is it that shallow waters become deep and treacherous seas?
Bare sand washed over and over again, forever changing, swallowed up and buried, stifled then set free
Those sands are me, forever changing but standing in one place
Unable to move, unable to choose the caress of the waves over the warmth of the sunlight –
both move me.
Wet sand washed by the sea is warmed in the early summer sun
Wet sand is scorched – dry as bone – after a day of unstifled rays
But the tide will come and caress it with soft waters
Slowly it cools and the ocean laps up the steam it gives off – comfort for a moment
Soon it is cold and awaits a passionate kiss from the sun once again.
To survive on the shores, never choosing, never moving, only waiting for moments of bliss
Bits of me fly away, bits of me wash away, what remains will lap up sweet moments
Grain by grain, granule by granule, I change with the years, I change with the Earth,
I change – no rebirth,
but I shall not be moved
I am the shores on the brink of desire
