Self-searching

we always want to spend
Independence Day on the beach
what is it that we want to be reminded of?
the sands? yes what about the sand?
the grains?

when we arrive there
the kids run to meet the sea with laughter
the sea breeze is salty yet cool
the trees are tall and big and shady

the silent sands are peopled now
we will be too busy with fun
feeling saved and going public with
all that happiness gives us

the silent sands look at us with a gaze
it has a record of the past
it has absorbed the memories of the sea
it looks at us with pity

what is it about the sands and their silence?
i think i know it but my friend you must find it yourself.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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