Sea Searching Sand Poem by Ijanric Howe

If only the Sea could sleep;
Call off its search and creep
Away in the dark to mourn.

It won’t; the Sand is gone.
Wind ruffled waves hurry up the beach
Searching Sand; sheeted tendrils reach.

Nothing there. No Sand, no beach.
Only scoffing stones that cackle
And mock the dumb Sea’s shackles.

It keeps searching hoping to find
Its love, its soul, but it’s blind.
It’s no good. It knows no more.

Only this, its search for
Sand, its love and its soul.
Suppose the cruel stones stole.

With no one else to blame,
It searches on, just the same.