Like the burnished sands
that move against this boundary shore
you too might disappear one day
caught up in the gentle swell of a swift-moving tide
you too might find yourself adrift
riding high on some eternal surf
and me —
I’ll still remain
as is
at peace
though currents ebb and flow
but hidden here
somewhere deep within this land of mine
I’ll house the sandy imprint
of one who walked careful through my life
and I’ll remember
always
the beauty of a friendly wave
who for some short time
washed gentle o’er my shore
- barbara mitchell