Beach
Lying on this beach
My hands slowly sinking into the sand
And I am wearing the earth
Like a glove
Is this how I will feel
When finally I am reclaimed
Returned to my first home
Having only a vague sense
I hope that I am warm
And welcomed into the arms
Of long forgotten friends
How long have you waited?
Is it but an instant?
Are we all together now
And only think we are separated
By a veil through which
We cannot see
As the sea caresses my toes
I exhale
Thoughts
Another beach I must have been to but have no memory of. But the feeling remains. I once heard it said that you don’t remember what teachers at school taught you, you remember how they made you feel.
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