Lines In The Sand

Lines in the sand

At the end of the beach

Washed away

In each successive wave

Only to be “drawn” again

To no avail

Regardless of which

Side your on

Perpendicular or parallel

To the tide

Sunlight or moonlight

Makes nary the difference

It’s all washed away

Size of the line

Or size of the wave

Can’t compete with

Time and erosion

Crashing in tsunamis

Or the tranquility

Of a low tide

The point of the line

Is pointless

Just enjoy the sand

And the water

Under the stars

The close one

The far ones

Which are always

There

Just obscured

No more lines

Just be