How Important It Must Be

- A Poem for Dottie -

How important it must be,

this time, just sitting here,

backs against a sand dune,

and watching the ocean’s tides

roll in and back out, carrying

with them tiny grains of sand,

time worn, ancient, older by far

than us just sitting here, watching,

silent and remembering other tides

rolling in and back out, carrying us.