Beachy Sand
I am beachy sand,
ground down mountain dust,
washed here by wet rain
to edge-bound shores
where I can feel the footprints
of millions who
come to me
for solace
walking my shores,
making love,
reconciling,
talking
departing
loving.
I am beachy sand-
my granules
are a million years old-
and I rest just below
your sandaled feet;
mute and warm
blanketed in summer heat.
I am warmth
that reassures you
that nature and you
still meet.
Lie down here;
I am here
with you.
We are both
Children of the Stars.
.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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