What comes in waves Creates us Builds and erases us We were sediment And beautiful striations Before we became sand On our way back to the sea I vaguely remember The edges The poetry of edges See how we wore ourselves out And lay together Smooth as beads of glass On our way back to the sea And here we are A beach Soft as powder Warmed by a far-away sun Washed in a wondrous wind Inviting the ocean On our way back to the sea