Drift

I etch my words upon the shore.
While time ticking- tock flies past
Lines scrawled, scratched into the sand
All knowing a fleeting thing won’t last

The tide tumbles in on curling waves
With a rumbling crash and hissing foam
Salt watery hands take my words
And slip, crawl down back to home

Out to sea and the churning black
A million messages float and swirl
Speak out, speak out, where no one hears
In voiceless cacophony unfurl

And here on this beach, with the sun dipped low
This slate of sand is wiped clean
I start again each day to write
This echo, this story, this dream.

Someday I'll carve my words to stone
Deep and dark to stay
But for now I’ll etch along the sand
And watch as they’re washed away