Sit in the cold gray sand. Like a sand crab,
nestle between each grain and wait
for the waves to crash on the shore. Tell me how
the beach is like the sky, a map of tiny things
scattered in empty blue. I’ll say you're wrong,
and there’s so much more
sand on this beach than stars in that sky.
But then you tell me I’m wrong.
The stars we see are not the only stars
in the sky, and the sand we feel is not the only sand
in the world. You tell me how there are ten thousand stars
for every grain of sand on earth. Wow,
I think. How can that be? How is there so much
we can’t see? But you must be right. But
then you’re wrong, too. Cause you said the beach is
like the sky. But, if there are more stars
than sand, you are wrong, too. We’re both wrong
and we start to shiver as the crash zone makes its way
to our antennas. With only my eyes peering
just above the sand, I see the sky in the sea.
Like an oceanic meteor shower. There’s so much
blue between tiny things and I get it now.
We. Us. People. We’re all just tiny
things between a bunch of blue.
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