each grain of sand

we bring

in the sand on our shoes,

our feet.

the soft

infinitely small pebbles

of ocean

and earth.

browned and whitened,

made small,

by time,

the pounding

of waves.

it's everywhere,

where we walk,

where we eat

where we sleep.

it's inescapable.

each grain somehow a

part

of a bigger picture.

strange

knowledge

that feels out of reach.