Shifting Sands

There is light sheer joy
in seeing the sands
shift with the waves.

It was as if forever
it is destined to do
the same over
and over again.

There is a convulsing impetus
at the sight of the sands
shifting at the shore.

It was as if
they are traveling on
and on to reach
the ocean's floor.

There is sheer contentment
in seeing the sands
move from space to space.

It was as if it
has a life of its own
But the wind and the water
push it, swerve it,
move it from space to space.