Apr 08
poem 0 comments challenge: Lost


The water slides gently over my exposed feet.
Sand tumbles in it's wake, 
until all I can see is a cloud of brown,
my feet all but gone. 

But the water retracts, and my feet appear again, 
looking the same as before, 
looking as if they were never gone. 

Again and again,
they come and go,
and I just sit there,