Lines in the sand
Every grain is a stance
A billion questions
Drawn by fingers and handsIdeas proliferate
In the beaches of minds
Then disappear as grains do
As the tides begin to riseTheir journey is the coast
Where the most gather up
Till more disrupt the flow
Ignoring stop and goBut coconut sprouts from nothing
A tasty food for thought
And the beaches grow lush with foliage
That feet press into mush