One Single Impression: Elemental

The soft hand at the end
Of the strong arm of wind
Grazes the surface of the dunes
To sprinkle sand into the curling waves
And take it....
Where?
The same soft hand casts soft clouds
Into the face of the sun
To soften the morning light.
Pelicans dive into spaces
That take them to supper
And come up....

Where?

My footprints vanish
Under the heft of incoming waves
As the wind pushes me by the shoulders
Into the weight
Of a new day.

All this disappearing is elemental.
It is how we begin
And how we let go.

One Single Impression