The Beach
you can learn to build a castle
at the beach,
living within,
or maybe just around,
the makeshift moat,
filled with the incoming tide,
surrounded by family,
whose love is broken.
you have to remember,
you’ve built the castle
with whatever goodness
crept its way into life.
At the beach,
the ocean tide swallows all,
the lovelessness dampens all,
the sand then just enough adherent
to build your castle.
For a day, time stops,
the castle becomes externalization.
Everything is temporary,
lovelessness insignificant
in the midst of the ocean,
sand unyielding with impermanence,
equally for everyone.
you learn the cycle,
yearn the release,
as the sun evaporates all,
the adherent bonds of sand and water,
- break-
performing at too young of an age,
to understand the necessary emotions,
released from a simple day at the beach.
your castle disintegrates,
with the same brittleness
as the dried up sand cannot hold,
and the love
that inspired impermanent escape.
you go home,
but remember happy.
