Over Time
the ocean
in Panama
sittin’ in the sand
waitin’ for the sun
to wake up
and stretch across
empty my cup
and walk
the shore
where waves
crawl in
like shadows
and disappear
like castles
made of grain
and gold
discarded jewels
dot the land
chipped
and cracked
and broke in two
but i only pick up
the whole pieces
still perfect
unmarred
without scar
TL