poetry about thinking


I am standing at the edge of the water
Staring at the invisible horizon
And I am but a grain of sand on the beach
About to be washed away
or returned to the earth
Swaying back and forth over land and sea
In the darkness
There is nothing to look at
And only the sound of the tide in my ears
So all that is left is my thoughts
Am I more of me right now than I have ever been
Or less
The waves go in and out
Like my breath
Am I more
Am I less
Am I more
Am I less



photograph by Barn Images

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