Writing Journal

Sandy

You're like sand

Bunches of small, rough pieces

Thrown together softly

You are patches of imperfection

Bundles of blunders

Your insides are all mixed and mismatched

Yet smooth to touch

The haphazard pieces of you

Create something so gentle

You slip through the cracks of

Everything

Anything

I capture you

Momentarily

And then you escape through the

Loose seams of my fingers

I wish you'd hold still

A while

Let me examine

Your unique concoction

Harsh and soft

Slippery and solid

But I barely have time

To watch the wind carry you off

To hear you breeze past my ear

Small flurries of dust becoming your shadow