[Poetry] - Buried In The Sands

Gently the tides rise

And return to their graves

Causing the ocean to extend

Its boundaries

Rushing lazily to intercourse

With my feet

Sluggishly swift

But called

To confinement

Where it awaits

The birth of the next wave

To be with my feet again

Buried in the sands...

Like a statue made of earth

I stood and pondered

On the words

Of my next poem.

How nature has commanded

The waters to offer me art.

With a little fear in my heart,

The next wave may be

too "in love" with my feet to let it go

But even the thought of death

Could not make me

Part ways with this rare inspiration

Buried in the sands.

-Ogaba Samuel