Writ On Sand Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

The sand is warm the surf is bright
I lie and hear the waves
the sea oats gently bend and mourn
blue underwater graves

The ocean gives and also takes
and none knows where or when
their turn will come to join the ghosts
of those who once had been

But I am here on golden shores
and touch the grains of sand
so tiny and so comforting
upon my outstretched hand

As seagulls squawk in circling groups
my finger starts to stir
and trace upon the salty ground
words that the surf soon blurs

My life is writ upon the sand
my days like pebbled stones
smoothed by the crashing of the waves
as age wears down my bones

My words, my ways, my thoughts, my plays
will all be washed away
and while I breathe the briny air
I'll celebrate the day

The sand is warm the surf is bright
I lie and hear the waves
the sea oats gently bend and mourn
blue underwater graves.