Ode to the Sand and Those Who Shape It

By Daniel Champion

Sharp blocks had pierced the sand
Removing the poetic granulation and consistency
Straight, then left, back and again, in an orthogonal voyage
The smell of rock dry
The blocks and sharp shapes fade
As if melting into liquid valleys
Loosing focus along every face and direction
From the sea had come another, smooth, moist
They dance hop flow and retreat
Let there be no confusion of their order
The blocks, or what were of them, start to react
Repelling attracting circling and shooting
The two sets have begun intersecting by now
Where there were gaps before in both there are none
Now the two, melting and fusing together
Moving together, dancing, flowing, painting
At times either of the sets looses it order and cohesion
But they both can see the paths in front and behind them
Which entice the dancing and feeling again!
Our view retreats to see, no witness a happening
Their paths enlighten the beach's canvas their in
Wildly soaring across expanses curving and inflecting about
And random could not be further
Their paths zoom in and around kissing the breaking waves and dusty dunes
Whirling about in a portrait of life's appeal
For this is what they live for
Leaving their ordered patterns to help them live
As our view attempts to locate the horizon, we fail
Only to see the mist carry the painted beach along

Curious, just look straight ahead