I am missing her a lot today.

I am missing her a lot today.

Is it any wonder

When there are more stars

Than grains of sand,

How tightly packed they are,

Shouldering in together, filing in the space

Feeling the weight of a footfall

The pull of an ocean

The gradual erosion

As seasons change

From one mood to the next

There is life aplenty

Skittering beneath the surface

Hidden in plain sight

How easily we miss them

Disguised as everyday things

Spider crabs

Come alive at low tide

Waiting for the moment

To break free of the pocket

They create underground

To congregate

On masse, shedding shells

Together

Piling one on top of another

In a spectacular display

Of self-development

How vast the space above them

When stars are seen as distant

Farther than apart

What mysteries are they

When nothing seems to stir

In all directions

Even as the tides change

The rotation of the earth

In relation to the moon

We see no difference

With our naked eye

As a small extension

Of the universe

A filament of cells

Clinging on to chaos

As the never easing tides

Wreak blind havoc

Unaware of the existence

Of any life extant

On one insignificant

Smoothly ground

Imperfectly formed

Life supporting,

Grain of sand