Live In Your Hour Poem by James McLain

I Would Live in Your Hour As Well;
Bound by sand as it washes clean between my toes,
The waves;
move me some where up and down inside a little deeper.
Deeper held upon I stand above those sandy shores.
The sea within I think and deep, I Am I float a little closer.
Over drawn and while you watch them drift apart do we.
Water rushes in between the grass new foam has covered.
Held together, once it comes apart, against those rocks.
Salt and spray the sea again each day and night, reclaims.
Both become in some small part,
I turn each blade of grass, each grain of sand,
the wind returns as water moves my toes through sand again..