·Surrender


All my deeds

Scattered on a beach

Slowly worked by comings and goings

Back to the grains from which they were formed.

I gather fragments periodically

Reconstructing some edifice in memory;

It dissolves with the next inrush.

I take the debris and build

To see the form destroyed

Elements returned to source

Rising and falling

Until exhausted flesh no longer holds

And the tide is free to work magic

On my bones