There are more stars in the universe
than grains of sand on Earth, you tell me, lying
on a towel sifting through quartz, calcium
carbonate— skeletons,
shells of life teeming before
my eyes met you. Wind whips
ancient bones
against our faces raw.
Have you ever looked
at sand under a microscope?
See the intricate coral: honey
comb. We force
our eyes but they are not
designed for knowing.
How deep does the sand
reach? How deep do you pierce
my mantle? Make your way
to the core with me. There
are more brittle stars in your eyes
than the entire ocean. If we fill
our pockets with sand
dollars, maybe we’ll make it.
Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 21, Issue 3.
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