Scribbles

One foot clips past the other,
Blinking a knowing eye.
Its slowness betrays its normal pace.
A new heavy wandering and wondering.
Thinking on times and touches lighter than air.

Friendly assurances and commonsense dictate,
Beaches and pebbles and fishes and seas.
But I found a sweet grain of sand on a windy day
It pricked at me so that my loss meant more.