I walk down the beach and I step carefully
I am mindful of the names
The declarations of love
The sand castles, both graceful and crude
The art sketched out by driftwood or seashell
Even the random holes
These things were created by souls who gave their time
Their efforts
Their hearts
And the waves will take them soon enough
As the tides of time take us all eventually
But while we have this little space
We will write our words
Sing our songs
Draw our shapes
We will build things both majestic and humble
We will scratch out our holes
Perhaps someone will come along and see these things
Maybe they will know that we lived
And were in this place
And had dreams
-Jessie Henry
4/16
