I keep a stash of poetry fragments where the poems have escaped me (slippery things.) and stumbled in the beginning of this one. It decided it needed to be finished so here it is, and I hope you enjoy it.

A tiny print upon the sand
Slowly fills with water.
Wave wash away the lonely stand
And wait for what comes after.

Rings and ripples still they grow
Next the print is greater.
On and on the waves they flow
To meet with their creator.

Eyes that only saw the waves
That washed all things away,
Look for what the heart still craves
And see farther every day

Other eyes look beyond
Though they may see no further
They follow where the waves have gone
And stumble in the water.

The longing heart and empty eye
May find what they desire.
As horizons open far and nigh
And wonders still aspire.

Waves Upon the Sand copyright © Heather Strickler 2024 all rights reserved.